Jack Trotter

On May 5, President Joe Biden left out the word “God” in his proclamation on the annual National Day of Prayer. Some critics on the right claimed Biden was the first president in American history to do so. Of course,

For 124 years, the statue of John C. Calhoun, from high upon his perch in Marion Square, kept vigil over the city of Charleston. In life as in death Calhoun was indeed a monumental figure. Even in the flesh he

First published in 1936 as the nation was still reeling from the Great Depression, Who Owns America? A New Declaration of Independence remains a classic of American political thought and rhetoric.

A collection of 21 essays, edited by the Fugitive-Agrarian

Most Chronicles readers will no doubt recall the sordid Jussie Smollett hoax, which played out over the course of almost three months early this year in a scenario that might have been scripted for reality TV. Given the media’s saturation

Author of several novels and a memorable autobiographical work entitled Our Father’s Fields (1998), as well as a leading light of the Abbeville Institute, James Kibler has produced in the present work an indispensable study of the classical influence on

All of us, I imagine, are granted from time to time moments of uninvited insight that will, for years to come, provide a basis for reflection and a more penetrating glimpse of the forces that shape the realms in which

Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. was bred in the bone for his role on the stage of 20th-century American history.  His father, the historian Arthur Meier Schlesinger, was already a rising academic star when Arthur Jr. was born in 1917 in Iowa

“I am going to seek a great perhaps . . . ”
—François Rabelais

Sale’s theme is the restoration of “human scale” in all our works: architectural, political, economic, educational, and technological.  His thesis is that only radical decentralization can

“High on a throne of royal state . . . 

Satan exalted sat, by merit raised 

To that bad eminence.”

—Paradise Lost

Hell is a meritocracy.  Yet in America the meritocratic ideal is universally applauded.  Everyone agrees—or pretends to

        —“If a temple is to be erected, a temple must be destroyed.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche

When the Cold War ended in 1991, American conservatives rejoiced over the triumph of democratic capitalism, which had struggled for over half a century, first against

        “The average American watches over seven hours
of television daily.  Those hours open up a gateway
into the private world of straights, through which
a Trojan Horse might be passed.”

—Marshall Kirk and Hunter Madsen,
“The Overhauling of Straight America”

Of late, our demographic soothsayers have been assuring us that by 2040 or thereabouts America will no longer be a Caucasian-majority country, and that with the eclipse of the white majority there will be, to belabor the obvious, no majority

Much of the blame for the deplorable state of higher education in America today must be traced back to the baneful influence of America’s most revolutionary educationist, John Dewey.  In his enormously influential Democracy and Education (1915), Dewey defined education

My first face-to-face interview with Krista took place on a Friday afternoon in a local coffee shop.  We had “chatted” several times on Facebook, and since she lived in my area I suggested that we talk in “real” time.  I

Back in April, my old friend D.B. “Dukie” Kitchens called to inform me that I should soon expect in the mail an invitation to the inaugural Patriot Book Awards ceremony, to be held in Atlanta in late May.  “What did

At the heart of the Christmas story is the lowly birth of Christ, surrounded by beasts of the field and honored by Magi bearing gifts.  But consider how differently the Christmas narrative might have unfolded if ancient Judea had been

“ . . . Zapparoni approved only of sexless workers and had solved this problem brilliantly.  Even here he had simplified nature, which . . . had already attempted a certain ‘economical’ approach in the slaughtering of the drones.”
—Ernst

When novelist Zora Neale Hurston died penniless in a Florida nursing home in 1960, she was buried in a charity cemetery in an unmarked grave, an ironic resting place for a talented American writer and folklorist who, by all accounts,