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Richard Pithouse

Richard Pithouse

    The migrant and the enemy within
    The migrant and the enemy within
    In 1978, the song Factory, on Bruce Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town album, offered a lament for the working...
    Brics is no emancipatory project
    Brics is no emancipatory project
    In 1741 the economy in New York was seriously depressed and the winter had been particularly cruel. On March 8, Fort George, the imperial armoury...
    In search of a truly new dawn
    In search of a truly new dawn
    The memorial service for Ahmed Kathrada at the Johannesburg City Hall on April 1 last year became a significant event in the gathering public...
    SA’s road to freedom is stalked by death
    SA’s road to freedom is stalked by death
    The political assassination is not a phenomenon that is restricted to KwaZulu-Natal. But there is no doubt that it is overwhelmingly concentrated...
    Gaza suffers in long shadow of 1492
    Gaza suffers in long shadow of 1492
    Same shit, different day. Groundhog Day as interminable horror rather than comedic interlude.
    The liberal licence 
to kill
    The liberal licence 
to kill
    From the Epic of Gilgamesh to The Iliad, the Vedas and the Old Testament, the memory of our deep past is, among other things, a catalogue of...
    Urban land question is also urgent
    Urban land question is also urgent
    The opening pages of Frantz Fanon’s The Damned of the Earth offer a searing account of the city under settler colonialism. It is “a...
    Cyril’s ANC won’t save South Africa
    Cyril’s ANC won’t save South Africa
    The ANC has lost its hold over organised workers and the organised urban “precariat” — those without predictability or security —...
    SA’s crisis needs a democratic resolution
    SA’s crisis needs a democratic resolution
    In April and May 2014, more than 200‑million people in India voted for the alliance of parties led by Narendra Modi, a man who has been regularly...
    ‘She was right to regard me with contempt’
    ‘She was right to regard me with contempt’
    Pablo Neruda wrote in green ink, usually on a rough-hewn wooden table. From unremarkable provincial origins in Temuco, “the farthest outpost ...
    The journey into the heart of redness
    The journey into the heart of redness
    On January 3 1905 workers at the Putilov Ironworks in St Petersburg struck in response to the dismissal of four workers. Their demands quickly...
    Pervasive elitism blinds us to the bitter land battles in our cities
    Pervasive elitism blinds us to the bitter land battles in our cities
    The mechanics of domination, in their moments of visible drama and in their less obvious everydayness, frequently have a pronounced spatial...