On activism in sports, moral-licensing, and the NBA’s ongoing failure to speak clearly on human rights abuses in China.

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Utah Jazz forward Rudy Gobert in 2019 (Photo by Thearon W. Henderson/Getty Images)

On September 17, 2020, the Los Angeles Lakers captured their seventeenth National Championship in franchise history, led by Finals MVP LeBron James. The event marked the end of a season that will go down in history as perhaps one of the strangest to date, and its completion without a single positive coronavirus test certainly makes it one of the most impressive. Aside from the NBA being the one of the first substantial sectors of the American economy to fully shut down…


How one unconventional trade can save two NBA franchises from irrelevance and local indifference.

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On August 31, 2015, the Sacramento Kings promoted an advisor of the franchise to the role of General Manager. That man was Vlade Divac. The promotion was significant not only because the team’s relatively new ownership was making the assumption that a former NBA All-Star could guide the franchise into the future, but it also indicated to fans that the glory days of the turn of the millennium were not completely forgotten. Those glory days were short lived, but as they were the franchise’s one flirtation…


A personal account of how the Sqirl jam controversy took shape and what to make of it.

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On Sunday, July 12, a photo of moldy jam went viral on social media. Far from being the most important topic in the news that day, it likely escaped your radar, but accompanied with it was the accusation that Sqirl, a hip, cultural-icon cafe at the edge of East Hollywood and Silverlake, has been selling moldy jam to customers who pay upwards of $14 per jar. This photo horrified some, confused others, and struck those who had prided themselves on resisting the inexplicable…


How cynical opportunism threatens the movement for social justice.

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On May 31st, 2020, amidst a newly reopened national conversation about race, ignited by outrage over an unspeakable tragedy caught on video, former Sacramento King, Demarcus Cousins reached out to his former coworker, Grant Napear, on Twitter to ask, “what’s your take on [Black Lives Matter]?” What happened next would be sufficient to end Napear’s career with the Kings, for whom he had been the play-by-play commentator for over 30 years. Caught in the middle of a global pandemic and a cultural reckoning, many Americans and people around the world have…


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WILL WORK FOR FOOD

What does it mean?

Mom, that man with that sign over there-

Where does he come from?

What does he need?

“Here’s a dollar, but come right back over here.”

I have a dollar, mister

“Thank you my boy”

What does it mean you’ll work for food?

“I have no other options, no other means

But I have arms and legs,”

This much can be viewed.

Why do you sit on the ground?

My dad wears a suit

And buys my lunch and my dinner

Do you have a dad?

Do you have a suit?

“I…


What cancer taught me about how we should be living right now, under the threat of COVID-19.

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In 2013, when I was a senior at UC Davis, my mother was diagnosed with stage IV non-small cell lung cancer. I wish I could say this was a shock to me at the time, but it wasn’t. Not because I was expecting it (she wasn’t a smoker), nor because it was common amongst people I knew, but rather because my involuntary response to this information was one of paralyzing denial. My mother, the most health-conscious person I knew from ages zero to…


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In an attempt to offer lighthearted relief (as well as take advantage of a bored and captive audience) I have dug through old, and previously unshared, poetry that I wrote whilst in college. My prose style tends to be serious, but for some reason I can’t help but write silly poetry. Please enjoy this parody of Robert Browning’s “Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister” which I wrote about my first few months experiencing LA traffic, after having spent the previous 18 years of my life in a town with a population of 150 people.

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Gr-r-r — there go, my heart’s…

Arlan Meacher

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