On a Friday in July 2012, two employees of the Wikimedia Foundation gave a talk at Wikimania, their organization’s annual conference. Maryana Pinchuk and Steven Walling addressed a packed room as they answered a question that has likely popped into the minds of even the most casual users of Wikipedia: who the hell edits the site, and why do they do it?
Julissa Arce went from selling funnel cakes in Texas to derivatives at Wall Street’s most profitable securities firm. Sitting at her desk at Goldman Sachs, Julissa Arce is doing her best to keep it together. It’s September 2007.
In the summer of 2004, a 15-year-old boy, needy and eager for attention, was driven down a road that stretched through the endless flatlands of Maryland’s eastern shore. The boy, known in court records as R.R., arrived at a dirt driveway, where a sign on top of a wooden post announced Last Chance Farm. Four separate couples lived at Last Chance Farm. All were related to one another and all earned money taking care of troubled children who had been placed in foster care, including R.R.
Years after blowing the whistle on Countrywide, Michael Winston is bogged down in the courts, and fighting for his life. But one of America's ugliest secrets is that our own whistleblowers often don't do so well after the headlines fade and cameras recede.
Dmitriy Bulatov was beaten, gouged and crucified for using cars to protest against the Ukrainian government. Weeks later, he was a cabinet minister.
2015 Grammy winner Sam Smith opens up about love songs and his sexuality.
Matt Malone doesn’t mind being called a professional dumpster diver. He tells me this a little after 2 am on the morning of July 7 as we cruise the trash receptacles behind the stores of a shopping center just off the Capital of Texas Highway in Austin. Given the image that conjures, though, it’s worth pointing out that Malone has a pretty good day job, earning a six-figure salary as a security specialist for Slait Consulting.
Elijah and Salhaddin Harris were shot dead in their car in the Bronx, beer bottles still in their hands and takeout food still in their laps, on Sept. 10, 1992. The sun had just set and the block was not yet dark. Elijah was 24 and Sal was 25.