Greg Palast

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Today’s Daily Take is written by my old friend and former BBC reporter Greg Palast, who in addition to being in a brilliant journalist also has a solid academic background in statistics, economics, and math. I think you’ll find it fascinating. (His Substack newsletterGreg Palast Investigates is here.)Stay with me, and I’ll explain these weird, weird facts:Trump’s tariffs on foreign steel increased the amount of steel imported.

1 week ago | gregpalast.com | Greg Palast

Jake Tapper is a gossipmonger and a putz, not a journalist. In 2001, Tapper was assigned by Salon to work with me to develop a story I’d just broken in The Guardian and on BBC television: that George W. Bush had won Florida and the presidency because his brother, Jeb Bush, had removed tens of thousands of Black men from the voter rolls on the grounds that they were felons ineligible to vote. Not a single one was an illegal voter.

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By Greg Palast, May 11This March, we commemorated the 60th anniversary of Bloody Sunday, when voting rights leader John Lewis of the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee was beaten nearly to death by cops and Klansmen on the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama. The youngest marcher, Lynda Blackmon Lowery, was beaten so badly she was put in a hearse to take to the morgue.

3 weeks ago | gregpalast.com | Greg Palast

This March, we commemorated the 60th anniversary of Bloody Sunday, when voting rights leader John Lewis of the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee was beaten nearly to death by cops and Klansmen on the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama.  The youngest marcher, Lynda Blackmon Lowery, was beaten so badly she was put in a hearse to take to the morgue.

1 month ago | gregpalast.com | Greg Palast

In 1995, in Chicago, veterans of Silver Post No. 282 celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of their victory over Japan, marching around a catering hall wearing their old service caps, pins, ribbons and medals. My father sat at his table, silent. He did not wear his medals. He had given them to me thirty years earlier. I can figure it exactly: March 8, 1965. That day, like every other, we walked to the newsstand near the dime store to get the LA Times. He was a Times man. Never read the Examiner.