Story and photos by Pete Shaw I felt a bit like a broken record in last year’s “Giving Thanks” when…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw October 10, 2025 Dear Dad, I have a movie idea. The setting is Père…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw October 6, 2025 Dear Dad, Our numbers have dwindled. We arrived at Paris Gare…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw October 2, 2025 Dear Dad, Marc has solved the issue. The other night, having…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw The monthly vigils for Keaton Otis, Fred Bryant, and all victims of police violence have always had a tension to them. There is the grim reality of why people have gathered on the corner of Northeast 6th and Halsey for over 15 years, recalling Otis, Bryant, and the many…
Story and photo by Pete Shaw History, it is said, is written by the victors. Their perspective and their stories are presented as unimpeachable. From this favored perch, the present is interpreted and the path to the future is mapped. A new book, Memory & Place in Black Portland, adds its voice to the long…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw Workers at the Arbor Lodge New Seasons’s grocery store at 6400 North Interstate Avenue walked off the job for the second day in a row on Wednesday January 29. According to the New Seasons Labor Union (NSLU), the Unfair Labor Practice strike was again called because Randy Foster, who…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw Over 1,100 New Seasons Market workers from 11 Portland area stores went on a one day strike on Wednesday November 28. The New Seasons Labor Union (NSLU) called the strike in response to the company’s “numerous ongoing unfair labor practices.” Would-be shoppers were met by picketing union members and…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw Hope is the seed that gives rise to justice. On May 12, a sizable crowd of 35 people showed up at the corner of NE 6th and Halsey, where people have been gathering for nearly 14 years now, month by month, to mark the anniversary of Keaton Otis’s murder…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw I felt a bit like a broken record in last year’s “Giving Thanks” when my lede was almost exactly the one from 2023. This time it’s the same record,…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw October 10, 2025 Dear Dad, I have a movie idea. The setting is Père Lachaise, Paris’s famed necropolis where many artists are buried. In many ways this vast burial…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw October 6, 2025 Dear Dad, Our numbers have dwindled. We arrived at Paris Gare de Lyon early on Friday afternoon. And then it was time to bid farewell to…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw October 2, 2025 Dear Dad, Marc has solved the issue. The other night, having dinner with him and his partner, Zahia, and their Friends, Edoard and Oliver, I jabbered…
Story and photos by Pete Shaw September 29, 2025 Dear Dad, How do I describe Marseille? It hit me a bit like New York City. The greeting was not so flagrant and aggressive as The…
Story and photo by Pete Shaw History, it is said, is written by the victors. Their perspective and their stories are presented as unimpeachable. From this favored perch, the present is interpreted and the path to the future is mapped. A new book, Memory & Place in Black Portland, adds its voice to the long and rich legacy of those challenging this privileged narrative. The history described in it is that of the Black community and culture that once thrived in North and Northeast Portland, particularly in Albina where the majority of Black people settled following World War II and…
Story by Pete Shaw Power and control of narrative are deeply intertwined. The United States, the narrative goes, does not invade countries, but rather seeks to spread the blessings of freedom, liberty, and democracy. We know this to be true because the purveyors of our capitalist imperial violence have said so. Those who die and suffer under the yoke of these blessings, particularly if they are resisting, are usually deemed terrorists. At the heart of any system and movement lies propaganda. Ultimately, the question is who gets to define who we are, and one of the most important aspects of…
By P. C. Wright It’s snowed more in the Willamette Valley than any Ohio transplant can remember. Bodom E. Switch’s wheelchair idles beside the bed. Rain won’t clear the sidewalks for three more days. The furnace has gone out. My bed is his home. I’ve told him there’s a whole city like this – lost to everyone except those they’ve huddled close to under covers. There’s been lots of huddling going on, he’s said. I’m going out tomorrow. And I smile with full dimples. Our crip muscles tighten in the cold, so our game in the morning has…
