Pulitzer Prize-winning Paul Greenberg, one of the most respected and honored commentators in America, is the editorial page editor of the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.
An exceptional craftsman, he gives readers an aesthetic as well as political experience and has evoked comparisons to H.L. Mencken and William Allen White. A thoughtful essayist who can also be a devastating critic, Greenberg describes himself as "an ideologically unreliable conservative."
Greenberg won the 1969 Pulitzer Prize for Editorial Writing and was a Pulitzer finalist in 1978 and 1986. Among his many other honors are the 1988 William Allen White Award, the 1988 Arkansas Associated Press Editorial Writing Award, the 1987 H.L. Mencken Award, the 1983 University of Missouri School of Journalism Medal of Honor, the American Society of Newspaper Editors' 1981 Distinguished Writing Award for Commentary, and the 1964 Grenville Clark Editorial Award. He also won two Walker Stone Awards, in 1985 and 1986.
Greenberg has been on the board of the National Conference of Editorial Writers and served as a Pulitzer jurist in 1984 and 1985. He is the author of the critically acclaimed "Resonant Lives: 50 Figures of Consequence" and "Entirely Personal."
Editorial page editor for the Pine Bluff Commercial in Arkansas from 1962 until 1992 – except for a hiatus as a Chicago Daily News editorial writer in 1966-67 – Greenberg lectures nationwide and regularly provides political analysis on Arkansas network television.
Once upon an all too familiar time, it was the Jews who were desperate to flee Europe a step ahead of Hitler, but first the authorities took the precaution of relieving them of all their property, some of it still the subject of court cases all over the world.
With apologies to Midge Decter, Jeanne Kirkpatrick and Golda Meir, among others, whose ideas and even words have been used in today's column.
Somebody adjourned the world Friday.
It's a language all its own. Only a beginner may need a guide for the perplexed. Those fluent in it just let it wash over them the way Angelenos do the smog. Examples abound.
This morning I got a personal note from one of my numerous cousins who for some reason was under the impression I was wasting away and urged me to get my personal affairs in order lickety-split.
The Sunnis and Shiites may have found a way to resolve their differences. The Kremlin has offered to mediate any divisions between Bahrain, Saudi Arabia and Sudan and their allies on one side, and the mullahs in Teheran on the other.
What is this thing called a liberal education that we're always hearing about -- and some of us never tire preaching about with your more than kind indulgence?
Just think of the parade of years you have known or will know, as they used to fly off the screen in those old black-and-white movies of the 1940s.
When one of the most talented and theologically sophisticated of American writers, Flannery O'Connor, began getting the first reviews of her masterpieces, she was appalled but not at all surprised.
Amanda Cross -- ever hear of her? I hadn't, not really or recently, though I had a vague impression that my late wife had left a shelf of her mystery novels in the library downstairs.
When the phone rang, it was my nephew Michael in Dallas, and we were sure the sad news was about his father, George, for he'd been caring for both his parents. But, no, it was Lillian who had died suddenly.
The scene would be familiar to those of us of a certain age: a gray sea of metal desks at which clerks sit from 9 to 5 clacking away at typewriters or old-fashioned adding machines, making carbon copies (remember them?) that no one may ever look at. Or forever recording rows of figures.
he laws of economics are no more changeable than those of physics. No matter what the planners in Washington decide, every action may still have its opposite but equal reaction, and the greater the supply of a commodity, the lower the price must fall.
Disquiet lives here. Quietly but ominously. Unseen, it creeps up in the dark of night like Boo Radley in "To Kill a Mockingbird," rustling like the wind in the trees. It's here, you just can't see it. But you can feel it, hear it. Eerie.
We are sitting here waiting for the Boston branch of the family to arrive Thanksgiving Day -- like so many other American families waiting for the kids and grandkids to appear.
It is a cliche by now to note that we are a nation of immigrants, yet we have always been of two minds -- at least -- about that proud title when it comes to welcoming immigrants, including the latest crop of Syrian refugees seeking refuge here. For we are deeply divided -- not just between immigrants and native-born, but within ourselves.
A new political party of the center and right, Ciudadanos, has arisen in Catalonia -- and delivered an impressive performance at the polls in Spain's regional elections back in September.
The Wall Street Journal calls it populism ("Populism Rises in GOP Race," Page 1, November 12, 2015), but you could just as well describe populism as what it has always been since it was all the rage -- and I mean rage -- as it swept the Great Plains in the wilder years of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
" 'Act of war,' Hollande says," blared the front-page headline -- even before the attacks on Paris had ceased. It was all a revelation to France's president, as if the West had not been at war for some time against this latest wave of jihadists to sweep out the Middle East -- just as Islam itself had swept out of Arabia's sands and conquered much of the known world centuries ago.
Talk about an exercise in futility and irony: The three remaining contenders for the Democratic presidential nomination next year, if you count a former governor of Maryland named Martin O'Malley, held their own "debate" Saturday night.