Did you think "habeas corpus" would be one of the most-searched terms on Google? I sure didn't, and yet here we are. This week, White House aide Stephen Miller said the administration was looking at suspending this protection, which prevents people from being detained without a legal basis. His reasoning? We're being invaded, which is one of the two reasons the writ of habeas corpus can be suspended. (The other being rebellion.) Esquire's political columnist, Charles P. Pierce, says doing away with it is pretty much the whole ballgame for America. Read his analysis of Miller's extreme position here. – Michael Sebastian, editor-in-chief Plus: |
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Despite what Trump advisor Stephen Miller may believe, habeas corpus is a core legal right—not a revocable privilege. |
"The Constitution is clear and that, of course, is the supreme law of the land, that the privilege of the writ of habeas corpus could be suspended in time of invasion," said Stephen Miller, White House aide, and now a confirmed traitor to the American idea. "So that's an option we're actively looking at."
Unless every other elected official in this country stands up against even the consideration of this extremist pipe dream, there is no point of being a citizen of this country any more. It would be as empty a title as that of the sultan of the Ottoman Empire. Despite whatever is rattling around Miller's febrile cabeza, habeas corpus is not a revocable privilege. It is a right guaranteed to everyone incarcerated. In calling it a "privilege" that "could be suspended" to suit the whims of his boss, Miller proves himself to be a traitor not only to the American idea but also to the freaking Magna Carta (!), the 39th clause of which states, "No free man shall be seized or imprisoned ... except by the lawful judgment of his equals and by the law of the land." |
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"Fighters, touch tips!" master of ceremonies Mickey Gallus booms over a loudspeaker. The clunky innuendo elicits a roar from the Saturday-night crowd inside Hammond Civic Center. Violence looms, and the prospect seems to thrill the throng of thousands. In the middle of an MMA-octagon-style ring called the cage, two men dressed as knights from the Middle Ages nobly oblige. They bump their longswords together—actual bone-crunching, tendon-crushing, sinew-splicing swords—before retreating to their corners.
In one corner is thirty-seven-year-old Matt Gifford, five foot ten inches, weighing in at 185 pounds. Over his armor, he wears a red brigandine, a cloth garment studded with metal. On the other side of the cage is forty-seven-year-old Jason Bryant—five foot seven, 155 pounds—in a black brigandine. They've just swaggered into the cage through thick smoke, hitting video game taunts for the crowd. They're both armored up to the extreme: backplates, pauldrons, vambraces, greaves, sabbatons. Tonight they are Arthurian knights, with scores to settle. |
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In the span of less than a year, Cooper Koch has done more than most people do in a lifetime. He skyrocketed from his side-hustle gigs of a yoga instructor and ice cream scooper and directly into the spotlight when he played Erik Menendez in Ryan Murphy's Monsters last fall, earned a Golden Globe nomination for it, and now, he's starring in Calvin Klein's newest campaign.
When we connect over the phone in early May, Koch is traveling from the gym to a haircut in L.A. |
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