By Jonathan Foiles Photo by Sebastián Hidalgo for The Chicago Reporter When I met Anthony more than two years ago, [...]
VIEW SLIDESHOW When Donald Trump was sworn in as President of the United States, [...]
By Martha Bayne Photography by Michelle Kanaar Support for this article was provided by Rise Local, a project of New [...]
VIEW SLIDESHOW Last year, there were 581 opioid overdose deaths in the City of Chicago, representing [...]
By Gregory D. Smith Photograph by Lloyd DeGrane Walking these crowded streets Feeling like I’m always in court Being judged [...]
Excerpted from Rust Belt Chicago: An Anthology, available now from Belt Publishing. By Britt Julious I. Summer is fleeting and [...]
Excerpted from Rust Belt Chicago: An Anthology, coming in August from Belt Publishing. By Paul Dailing When I was a kid, [...]
When I have written about Roseland it is usually about tragedy and trauma as the result of generations of neglect. When I tell white people where I live, their response always begins with a recollection
Somewhere between his 12th and 13th hour inside a Chicago Police interrogation room, Lindsey Smith decided to confess to a murder he didn’t commit. The year was 1972. Multiple officers had pistol-whipped, stomped on and beaten him, again and again.
I’m obvious, driving slowly down the residential side streets on Chicago’s South side, looking left and right at the Victorian-style homes in Pullman. Though I have lived in Chicagoland all my life, I am seeing this neighborhood for the first time.
Chicago is built on a foundation of meat and railroads and steel, on opportunity and exploitation. But while its identity long ago expanded beyond manufacturing ...
The story was the same in Detroit, St. Louis, Cleveland, Chicago: once-booming cities had started to shrink. Historic neighborhoods [...]