Archiv des Autors: Michael Wehle

Germany or Ireland

On Nov. 9, the day after Donald J. Trump shocked the world, Larry Coryell was sitting in his Orlando home, cussing out the president-elect, fuming about the outcome of the election and plotting an exit strategy for himself and his … Weiterlesen

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August 4, 1964

Robert McNamara: On August 4th, it was reported another attack occurred. It was not clear then that that attack had occurred. We made every possible effort to determine whether it had or not. I was in direct communication with the … Weiterlesen

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Der Deserteur

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Annalena Baerbock begrüßt Stationierung von US-Waffen in Deutschland

Die Zeit:

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August 4, 1914

The Decline of the Nation-State and the End of the Rights of Man It is almost impossible even now to describe what actually happened in Europe on August 4, 1914. The days before and the days after the first World … Weiterlesen

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The nomenklatura

And yet who was to control the controllers? The Bolshevik leaders assumed that things would be fine so long as public institutions, especially the control organs, drew their personnel mainly from Bolsheviks and pro-Bolshevik workers. But how were the leaders … Weiterlesen

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Witchi-tai-to

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Kamala Harris, giving the perspective of a black American unburdened by the script that has been

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Seymour Hersh: At 6 am or so, Calley told me that his much admired company captain, a guy named Ernest Medina, who was known to his troops, I would later learn, as “Mad Dog Medina,” was also at Fort Benning … Weiterlesen

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Requiem

During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in Leningrad. One day, somehow, someone ‘picked me out’. On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me, her lips blue with cold, … Weiterlesen

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