Voter Suppression And Choice In 2013, five Supreme Court justices, each appointed by Republican presidents, knocked the teeth out of the Voting Rights Act. Immediately a majority of Republican-dominated states began passing laws aimed at suppressing the votes of their majority Democrat demographics: minorities, students and the elderly. These laws – requiring voter IDs, cutting early voting, eliminating same-day registration, closing selected polling places, banning straight-ticket voting, etc. — never flat-out deny a person’s right to vote; they just make actual registering and voting more difficult, and therefore make it more likely that individuals in certain groups will not vote. Think of voter suppression as a kind of reverse marketing strategy, one aimed at getting people not to do something...
Free Parking Patrick Sullivan’s good story on parking overlooked one source of “free parking” that has become an increasing problem in Traverse City: spill-over into adjacent neighborhoods. Instead of discouraging people from bringing cars downtown, we’re allowing them to park on both sides of narrow residential streets all day long...
Real American Duality Isiah Smith didn’t really put his deep thinking hat on before writing the “American Duality” commentary. First there’s geography. His daughter feels safer in Sweden than in the United States, at least partially because of the violence in Dallas, Baton Rouge and Minnesota. Really? Safer than in northern Michigan, which is further away from Dallas and Baton Rouge than Stockholm is from Ansbach, Paris or Brussels and no closer to Minnesota than Sweden is to Germany? Did Smith miss recent supremely violent events in those places? Alrighty then...
It was a frigid Tuesday morning in January when Rick and Tammy Grant arrived at the back of a building in downtown Cadillac they’d entered a thousand times before – and something wasn’t right.
A burgundy and white cap sat at the top of the stairs leading to the basement; it was a foreign object. They didn’t know immediately, but that hat signaled their lives were about to change.
plunged over the shoreline hill and into the crystalline fog; the
surefooted Ski- Doo quickly gripped the ice below. The fog made it hard
to see, but Annette was driving and knew the way. Like
my first time on a horse, I held white-knuckled to the snowmobile’s
passenger handle, not knowing what to expect — but I liked it.