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.
With the exception of Wisconsin's fighting governor, Scott Walker, my favorite underdog in the already overcrowded race for next year's Republican presidential nomination has got to be Lindsey Graham, who's now declared his candidacy. Sen. Graham chose his home town in South Carolina -- indeed, his home neighborhood -- to make his first appearance as a formal presidential candidate.
LITTLE ROCK -- The news story was big in these parts and should have been. It came with a full cast of characters, details a-plenty, illustrations galore and historical resonance.
You can count on the United States Senate to seriously weaken our national security without seriously strengthening our civil liberties, and call the whole mishmash a compromise. Then go back to sleep until the next disaster strikes.
Thank you, William D. Downs Jr.
Think of a glorious, leaf-strewn fall afternoon on a football weekend in what was then a small university town in the Midwest, and how you could hear the roar of the crowd in Tiger Stadium clear across little Columbia, Mo., as it echoed and re-echoed.
Call her Hillary Rodham Nixon, for there are times when she seems to have learned the old master's routines line by line, evasion by evasion.
Alan Turing was a mathematical genius, persecuted homosexual, suicide, someone who went through all the motions of being typical and inwardly was anything but, with so hyper-rational a mind he would strike the rest of us as irrational, a prescient explorer of the mind-machine symbiosis who not only foresaw but played a formative role in the computational future we now live in....
What a difference a border can make. Sometimes it marks a difference not just in altitude but attitude.
"Mindy McCarty-Stewart, the principal of Mason High School in Ohio, canceled a student-led event that invited girls to spend a day wearing a Muslim headscarf and issued an apology, adding that the school received numerous messages that forced her to reconsider the event's ability to meet its goal of combating stereotypes."
In one sense it makes little difference what genocide is called. Genocide by any other name would be just as terrible, for it refers to the extermination of an entire people.
There are times when the best climax is anticlimax, and the British election Thursday was one of them.
As a public service, here is a brief guide for Americans to tomorrow's British elections.
Religious wars have been a recurrent, even defining, aspect of Europe's history. Why have there been none on these shores despite the best efforts of demagogues to stir one up? Indeed, the very idea of a religious war in this country has something more than faintly ridiculous about it. To use a phrase vaguely attributed to Mark Twain, "It's not American, it's not un-American, it's French."
Hail, hail, the gang's all here, but to what purpose? Mike Huckabee is showing symptoms of still another presidential campaign, and all the old familiar faces are back -- his daughter Sarah, his spokesflack Alice Stewart ... and they're not getting any younger. Is this going to be a presidential campaign?
Military justice is to justice as military music is to music. Not the same. Not the same at all.
April 19th has come again this year, but it never quite goes. How can it? It stands out like a scar. It may no longer be the bleeding wound it was on that first April 19th -- except to those who were there and in a way still are. And can never leave. Their lives, their families, even their memories will never be whole again.
Once upon a quite different time, Americans debated politics; we didn't just trade videos of politicians making gaffes on the campaign trail. As when Barack Obama tells those who built their own businesses, "You didn't build that." Or the hapless Mitt Romney described the 47 percent of Americans who were expected to vote for his opponent in the last presidential election as "takers." As he put it: "My job is not to worry about those people. I'll never convince them they should take personal responsibility and care for their lives."
"So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself . . . ." --Franklin D. Roosevelt, First Inaugural Address, March 4, 1933
ur ever innocent president seems to have decided that he and friends are going to straighten out the whole Arab-Israeli impasse in a couple of years. That's how long he, his secretary of state, France's latest president and the usual masterminds at the United Nations should need to divide the already much divided Holy Land into two states, one Arab and one Jewish, living side by side in peace and amity forever afterward.
You say you're some sort of scribe, but what Jew isn't? Especially in these times, when Judaea is rife with talebearers, eager to accept the Roman coin. Our rulers must pay by the letter, to judge by the volume of parchment being turned out.