Harry Stein

No attorney in America chooses his clients more carefully than Will Tripp. Intrepid and swashbuckling, the dwarf lawyer represents only those who've run afoul of mindless PC and its noxious enforcers.Sadly, business has never been better, the despised and cancelled streaming into his office daily, refugees from the new totalitarianism.After years battling social justice zealots at former institutions of higher learning, woke C.E.O.'s and thug bureaucrats wielding freedom-crushing diktats, Will has seen it all. Naked contempt for free thought. Sick-making self righteousness. Bottomless moral cowardice. He figures nothing can surprise him. Then he gets to Hollywood.

No attorney in America chooses his clients more carefully than Will Tripp. Intrepid and swashbuckling, the dwarf lawyer represents only those who've run afoul of mindless PC and its noxious enforcers.Sadly, business has never been better, the despised and cancelled streaming into his office daily, refugees from the new totalitarianism.After years battling social justice zealots at former institutions of higher learning, woke C.E.O.'s and thug bureaucrats wielding freedom-crushing diktats, Will has seen it all. Naked contempt for free thought. Sick-making self righteousness. Bottomless moral cowardice. He figures nothing can surprise him.Then he gets to Hollywood.

The first major biography of one of the most fascinating yet misunderstood figures in American popular music, drawing on dozens of exclusive interviews, never-before-seen diaries, and years of original research.

In the Age of Obama, the ugly charge of racism is more prevalent than ever. Why? Because telling the truth about racial profiling, crime, the social fallout of single parent homes, and the ways racial preferences distort the very meaning of equity and justice would mean facing up to the soul-destroying pathologies of urban black culture. Instead, black leaders and their guilty white allies focus tirelessly on historic oppression and the supposed need for more government aid, and demonize those who challenge their shopworn views as--what else?--racist. In Why We Won't Talk Honestly About Race (formerly No Matter What ...They'll Call This Book Racist), Harry Stein attacks the rigid prohibitions that have long governed the conversation about race, not to offend or shock (though they certainly will) but to provoke the serious thinking that liberal enforcers have until now rendered impossible. Stein examines the ways in which the regime of racial preferences has sown division, corruption, and resentment in this country. He pays special attention to the stifling falsehood that it is racism that continues to mire millions of underclass blacks in physical and spiritual poverty. By far the greater problem, says Stein, is the culture of destructive attitudes and behaviors that denies those in its grip the means of escape. For all the remarkable progress this country has made on race in the past half century, liberals insist, for their own political and psychological purposes, on clinging to the notion of America as irredeemably racist. All of us--and especially black people--for too long have been living with the terrible consequences of that cruel canard.

With biting wit and amusing personal anecdotes, Harry Stein's I Can't Believe I'm Sitting Next to a Republican chronicles the everyday travails and triumphs of the plucky conservatives marooned in the liberal bastions that loathe them, from Manhattan to Hollywood, to all the noxious places in between. Surrounded by the insufferably smug and self righteous -- from the angry old lady with the anti-war sign affixed to her walker to the random jerk at a dinner party quoting George Soros - these intrepid souls live in a hostile world; knowing that anytime a neighbor chances to learn their views on affirmative action, big government, feminism, the environment, abortion, multi-culturalism, sex education, the reliability of The New York Times, the scariness of evangelicals or (fill in the blank), his/her face will register stunned surprise and deep confusion. Or worse. Stein gives special attention to those conservatives working in professions dominated by the liberal elite-journalism, publishing, entertainment, and academia-celebrating their guts and sharing in their disdain for the dogmatism of the self-appointed creative and intellectual class. The result is a conservative's guide to love, work, friendship, dinner party mischief, and staying happy and un-smeared in liberal America.

With biting wit and amusing personal anecdotes Harry Stein's I Can't Believe I'm Sitting Next to a Republican chronicles the every day survival of those plucky conservatives marooned in liberal bastions that loathe them, from Manhattan to Hollywood-and even deep bleu France. The result is a conservative's guide to love, work, dinner party mischief and staying un-smeared in liberal America.