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How Unions and Regulators Made Clothing Tags an Annoying Fact of Life

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Icons for clothing care on a label. (Photo: aotaro/CC BY 2.0)

A version of this post originally appeared on Tedium, a twice-weekly newsletter that hunts for the end of the long tail. 

Recently, there was a tag on an item on my clothing that was so uncomfortable that there was nothing I wanted to do more than pull it off—to send that miserable tag to a recycling bin where it would never again see the light of day.

But that annoying tag got me to thinking: Where did clothing tags come from, and who decided that an annoying tag was an important thing to have on a piece of clothing? What laws are there that lead to these tags being everywhere, and what value do they serve? 

As it turns out, tags have a tangled history, from their roots as a way for labor unions to show advertise their reach to what they are today: a highly-regulated, booming industry, responsible for care instructions and, yes, that slight itch on the back of your neck. Herein: a brief history.


If you pick up a standard piece of clothing from J.C. Penney—say, a pair of Levi's, or a plaid shirt, you're likely to notice a few things about it. Generally, the wearable will have a handful of tags hidden somewhere, including one that prominently features the logo of the company.

But before we became obsessed with brands, labels generally had another source: It was a way for labor unions to show their strength.

At the turn of the 20th century, union labels were used by a variety of labor groups, both inside and outside of the garment industry. In fact, the first example of such labels came from cigar-makers in 1874, who used it as a way to highlight the higher product quality compared with products made elsewhere.

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Clothing tag reading "union made". (Photo: Kheel Center/CC BY 2.0)

But the most famous use of this tactic came from clothing-makers, particularly the International Ladies Garment Workers' Union (ILGWU), which used the tags almost as a branding strategy for the union. In fact, the union became noted in the '70s and early '80s for its television commercials, in which members of the union sing a ditty called "Look for the Union Label."

The campaign came at a not-so-great time for labor unions focused on clothing. In 1976, clothing items produced by unions fell in sales by more than 500 million items, according to Cornell University. That same year, the Amalgamated Clothing Workers of America, a union for makers of mostly men's clothing and another major union label advocate, folded into another group, starting a long-running phenomenon of mergers in the domestic garment union space, one that eventually sucked ILGWU into the mix as well.

Nowadays, as we can barely even be convinced to wear "Made in the USA" clothing, let alone union-branded clothes, the union labels have taken on a different role: They've become tells for vintage clothing enthusiasts to figure out exactly when a jacket or shirt was manufactured, give or take a few years.

Unions are only part of the story, however: You can thank the Federal Trade Commission for the most important tags on your clothing—the ones that tell you how to care for a certain type of fabric.

And they had a good reason to get involved, too. For years, just a handful of basic materials were used to make dresses, shirts, pants, and similar kinds of fabrics. But as the industry evolved to more synthetic materials—think nylon, rayon, and polyester—it became increasingly unclear exactly how to care for each type of clothing. This especially became problematic when clothing started being made of different kinds of blended fabrics.

Federal law slowly started to regulate how clothing items were designated, first with the Wool Products Labeling Act of 1939, which required labels to designate whether a product is made of certain kinds of wool. A 1951 label, targeted at fur, further helped encourage the use of labeling on different products.

These two laws helped to jumpstart efforts to attach individual brands of clothing to identifying numbers, numbers that come in handy nowadays as a way to track vintage clothing sold on sites like eBay.

It makes sense that regulations would play a key role in the tagging of clothes. For decades prior, mattresses and similarly padded devices were required to include these labels for the public to be aware of what's inside of them.

"Law labels," as those in the mattress industry call them, were a series of state-level regulations put in place around the turn of the 20th century to ensure that mattress manufacturers weren't hiding what was inside of a mattress—say, if you were getting horsehair instead of down feathers.

That's a good thing, because it also ensured you weren't bringing unwanted bacteria into the house with your new purchase. Most, but not all states, have such laws, and they extend pretty much to any kind of furniture that you're likely to sit or lay on. The labels have long been confusing, because a key part of the regulation, the fact that consumers were allowed to take the labels off themselves, was not included on the labels for decades.

One of the best jokes in Pee Wee's Big Adventure made fun of this oversight.

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Tags on vintage clothing. (Photo: Hans Gerhard Meier/CC BY 2.0)

"Well, I lost my temper, and I took a knife and I, uh … do you know those 'do not remove under the penalty of law' labels they put on mattresses? … Well, I cut one of them off!" the on-the-lam character Mickey exclaimed.

(That omission meant that Pee Wee had a ride on his way to the Alamo.)

Going back to clothing labels, the real turning point came in 1960, when the Textile Fiber Products Identification Act was passed. This law was the first to require that clothing manufacturers list exactly what kinds of materials were included in an individual item, based on weight.

This law set the stage for modern labels, but it also created a lot of frustration among clothing manufacturers, who wanted the law repealed at first. Soon after the law was passed, clothing manufacturers offered their own voluntary standards in an effort to stave off additional regulation on the industry.

"If American Standard L-22 is observed by manufacturers and retailers alike, it can well prove to be far more valuable to the economic well-being of our nation than a thousand pieces of legislation like the Textile Fiber Products Identification Act," noted Ephraim Freed­man, who spent decades running Macy's Bureau of Standards, in comments to the New York Times.

To consumers, the tags were initially confusing, something highlighted by an article in the Times' magazine in September of that year that argued that the approach, meant to help consumers, did the opposite.

"It all began innocently enough when the cotton producers asked Congress to insist that certain blends of synthetics and cottons be identified as such," columnist Kenneth Collins wrote in the paper. "This sounded sensible enough and the lawmakers went to work. But the deluge of fiber names that has lately swept over the textile world has left everyone in the field gasping."

Ultimately, though, this confusion simply led to more regulations that ended up doing what the original law should have done in the first place: they told people how to wash their weird textiles with confusing-sounding names. Those regulations first came about in 1971, when the Federal Trade Commission released the Care Labeling Rule, creating standards for telling people how to care for the clothes that they bought. The rule, which has been around ever since and updated a few times, has since given value to those tags you find on your clothing.

(If you find yourself needing to write a label of this nature, here's a guide describing everything you need to know. Considering these labels generally don't top 50 words in length, the guide is surprisingly long.)

The biggest care label innovation came about in 1997, however, when the industry introduced little icons to replace the words that told you how you could care for your clothes. The FTC changed its rules to allow for the icons, and ever since, we've had tags that have become more informative than ever.

Despite the commonality of clothing tags and how often we see them (pretty much every day, honestly), it's not often that we care enough about the issue to talk about it.

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 Instructions on a clothing tag. (Photo: Justin Taylor/CC BY 2.0)

But the fact remains that they're big business. In 2007, the packaging-materials company Avery Dennison announced a $1.3 billion deal to acquire Paxar Corporation, which was previously the largest maker of textile labels.

The purchase, a major deal for the packaging-materials firm, reflected a surprising fact: apparel labels are an incredibly huge business, at least worth the value of a Twitter or Snapchat.

Paxar, see, was perhaps the largest manufacturer of both brand labels and clothing care labels at the time of Avery's purchase of the company, and Avery has since taken Paxar's helm.

The company currently manufactures the SNAP line of fabric printers, which are designed to quickly print fabric labels that can be used to print standard care labels that can be woven into clothing products.

For at least one company, though, the future might be tagless. 

In 2002, for example, Hanes convinced millions of people that a tagless T-shirt, with necessary washing data printed directly on the shirt, was a major innovation.

The company spent millions of dollars on a marketing campaign—already sporting Michael freaking Jordan, by the way—to convince people that a white T-shirt without a tag in the back was the solution to all their itchy neck problems. And they had the data to back it up; when doing market research, Hanes found that the biggest frustration that its target audience had with its shirts was the tag, and the product was perfect as a vessel for testing a tag-free product, because it's made of 100 percent cotton.

The campaign focused on a huge public relations push (unusual for a company that, y'know, sells white T-shirts), and while they used Michael Jordan to good effect, they also used an ad with a comedian willing to repeatedly scratch his neck. They even had a catchy slogan: Go Tagless.

The plan was immensely effective. A year after the campaign, sales were still up between 30 and 70 percent.

Take that, Fruit of the Loom.

A version of this post originally appeared on Tedium, a twice-weekly newsletter that hunts for the end of the long tail. 

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Watch a Kitten Get Rescued After Becoming Stuck in a Sunflower

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This time curiosity almost did kill the cat.

If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like when an adorable animal lodges itself in a flower, this video is for you. This cat is quite literally just hanging out. Who would have thought two icons of innocence—sunflowers and kittens—could combine to cause such trouble?

To make matters worse for our poor feline friend, a human just had to come by and videotape it during the most embarrassing moment in its young life. “Hey, kitty,” he asks, “are you aware that you’re up in a sunflower?”

“Meow,” responds the tiny cat, unamused but conveying a deep sense of shame.

Mercifully, the videographer comes to the rescue, lifting the adorable creature from its floral prison and sharing this footage online for our collective amusement.

Every day we track down a Video Wonder: an audiovisual offering that delights, inspires, and entertains. Have you encountered a video we should feature? Email ella@atlasobscura.com.

Watch 2 Men Waltz in the First Experimental Film With Sound

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In 1998, film editor Walter Murch carefully connected an old, 40-foot-long strip of 35mm nitrate film with a cylinder soundtrack. When he finally synchronized the gentle tune of a violin with the actions of the three men on the screen, Murch completed an approximately 105-year-old experiment.

Murch had been commissioned to restore the earliest known film and sound experiment, created by Scottish inventor William Dickson and Thomas Edison. The 17-second clip, known as the Dickson Experimental Sound Film, shows two men dancing merrily to Dickson playing the tune “Song of the Cabin Boy” from the opera Les Cloches de Corneville on the violin. The film is the product of a series of experiments the two inventors ran between 1889 to 1894 in an attempt to create a device that combined the separate sound and motion picture technologies that existed at the time.

Produced sometime between 1894 and 1895, the Dickson Experimental Sound Film was recorded on Dickson and Edison’s sound-film prototype system, or Kinetophone—an early motion picture peephole device called a Kinetoscope coupled with a cylinder-playing phonograph. The film was entirely experimental and not for entertainment purposes, according to curators. It was staged at the Black Maria, Edison’s New Jersey film studio which has been widely dubbed as America’s first movie studio. Dickson played his violin into the large cone which served as a microphone and was hooked up to a wax cylinder recorder.

The two unidentified dancing men are said to be a part of Edison’s lab. The Dickson Experimental Sound Film has also been informally referred to as The Gay Brothers, and film historian Vito Russo claims that the short clip is one of the earliest examples of same-sex imagery in cinema.

Dickson and Edison’s system ultimately failed to synchronize the picture and the sound. The first short motion pictures that successfully executed sound-on-film came decades later in 1923. It wasn’t until Murch restored the materials that we are able to witness one of the first and only surviving Kinetophone films with live-recorded sound.   

“It was very moving, when the sound finally fell into sync” Murch wrote. The “scratchiness of the image and the sound dissolved away and you felt the immediate presence of these young men playing around with a fast-emerging technology.”

Every day we track down a Video Wonder: an audiovisual offering that delights, inspires, and entertains. Have you encountered a video we should feature? Email ella@atlasobscura.com.

You Can Become a U.S. Citizen at Mount Rushmore or Yosemite

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New citizens waving their American flags in the Great Hall at Ellis Island. (All photos: Tao Tao Holmes/Atlas Obscura)

“Are you ready to become U.S. citizens?”

“Yes.”

“It doesn't sound like it. Family and friends in the back, are they ready to become U.S. citizens?”

“Yes!”

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Waiting in line in the Great Hall to become citizens.

Jeh Johnson doesn’t seem convinced. As Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security, he deals with counterterrorism, cybersecurity, and the Secret Service, among other things. He’s not about to let a roomful of 61 citizenship candidates off so easily, especially on Ellis Island, on the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend.

“One more time,” he says. “Are you ready to become U.S. citizens?”

A chorus of “YESSSSSSS” fills the air.

The group is assembled on the warm May day because, to mark 100 years of the National Parks Service, the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) is holding 100 ceremonies at 100 different national parks over the course of the year. These venues range from tiny neighborhood green spaces like Paterson Great Falls in suburban New Jersey to grandiose feats of protected nature like Yosemite.

But perhaps no location is as meaningful as Ellis Island, as the landing pad for millions of new Americans at the start the 20th century, as well as a prison for less-fortunate later immigrants.

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Ellis Island, with the Statue of Liberty standing tall in the background.

It’s not that the ceremonies have always taken place in courthouses. People have become citizens on islands, in parks, on boats, and in museums. USCIS naturalization ceremonies have taken place at Gettysburg, the New York Public Library, Acadia National Park in Maine, Mt. Rushmore, and at Manzanar, a former Japanese internment camp in California. People have become citizens at Miami Beach, Boston’s Faneuil Hall, on the Intrepid, the USS Baltimore submarine, live on the Today Show at Rockefeller Plaza, and at Mt. Vernon, where George and Martha Washington even showed up in costume for the occasion. Special guests have included city mayors, like New York’s Michael Bloomberg, government secretaries, and Judge Judy—who Katherine Tichacek, the USCIS Public Affairs Officer for the New York City and New Jersey Districts, says was the most popular guest by far. “And she was tough on them, just as you expected her to be, 'Congratulations, but here's what you gotta do!' ”

Today’s ceremony (number 30 out of 100) is part high school graduation, part pep rally, but with no pom-poms or mortar boards and a much heavier, more multilingual media presence. Johnson is saying something inspirational about how special it is to become an American, and how new citizens remind us of that. He mentions Obama’s initiative to resettle 10,000 Syrian refugees this fiscal year. Then he brings up the Oath.

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New citizens posing in front of a flag at the USCIS ceremony room.

If you were born a U.S. citizen, you have actually and interestingly never taken, or even encountered, the oath. It is an oath to our great country that is recited, with one’s right hand in the air (“You can use an iPhone in your left hand” assures Johnson), taken by an average of 680,000 people each year, with the New York-Newark-Jersey City area making up a whopping 15 percent of that. Every week, Zimbabweans and Montenegrins, Norwegians and Antiguans, Togolese and Armenians stand up across the nation and recite words that have now been recited since 1929 by millions of new citizen that came before them.

The 140 word-long speech starts up very strong. That doesn’t last. 

 

#ididit #newcitizen #americana

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The voices begin to drop off halfway into the recitation, when we get to the part about bearing arms and performing noncombatant service “when required by law”. Then, the language darkens: “Taking an “obligation freely without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me God,” is somewhat intimidating. Most new citizens are just trying to get themselves a passport and new driver’s license. The entire ceremony lasted 40 minutes.

On the ferry from Ellis Island back to Battery Park, two (formerly) Ghanian women, Belinda Abanga and Promise Mensah, still wearing their “citizenship candidate” lanyards around their necks, are reveling in their new citizenship and the broiling late May sunshine. They’ve both lived in New York for over 10 years, and though the two of them are friends, they didn’t realize they’d be naturalizing at the same ceremony.

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Citizenship candidates on the ferry between Battery Park and Ellis Island, a U.S. national park.

“Does it feel different, being a citizen now?” I ask as the ferry pulls into Manhattan.

“Oh yes, definitely,” says Abanga.

“How so?”

“Applying for jobs,” she says.

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Katherine Tichacek chats with some of the members of the military naturalizing at Ellis Island.

People become U.S. citizens for a whole cornucopia of reasons, says Tichacek. It’s hard to generalize—and at the ceremonies, it’s also hard to tell who is already a citizen, and who isn’t. At New York ceremonies, it’s a complete blend of ages and skin colors. I wonder if things look different at a ceremony in a place like Tokyo or Nairobi, whether the candidates stand out more from the crowd.

“I feel like immigration is in the news, but so many people don’t get this part of it,” says Tichacek. “If you’re born here, you just don’t get it. I never, ever would if I didn’t work here.”

Tichacek explains that USCIS can’t solicit for ceremony locations, but rather must be formally asked by a venue, and for any non-government entity, there’s a lot of paperwork. Her pipe dream is a ceremony involving the hit musical Hamilton, perhaps at Hamilton Range. She’s waiting for a way to rope in Lin-Manuel Miranda. (She and I take a moment to recognize that Miranda is the coolest human alive.)

Voting, of course, is one of the primary benefits that citizenship confers. And on a recent Friday in New York’s 26 Federal Plaza, the normal venue for citizenship ceremonies, a 30-something fellow catches my eye and declares, “I can vote, ah-ha!”

Tichacek says that the media is always asking whether citizenship applications go up during election years, especially one like this. Typically, yes, but it fluctuates for a lot of reasons, she says, adding that there’s a stronger correlation with tax season, when people get their returns and use them for the application fees, a hefty $680.

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New citizen photo shoots.

On this particular Friday, at 92 Federal Plaza, there are 172 candidates, hailing from 52 countries, meaning that more than a quarter of the world is represented in the room. There is usually an average of 150 people from 40 countries at each ceremony, with a section for family and friends in the back—once, Tichacek spotted Steve (actor David Eigenberg) from Sex and the City, who was there with his wife and kid to cheer on his former landlady, who had supported him throughout his early days.

Introductory remarks are followed by the national anthem, the call of countries, the administration of oath (which can only be performed by a federal judge or USCIS employee), a congratulatory message from the president, a video montage of America the Beautiful, and the Pledge of Allegiance. (Before getting to this point, of course, candidates must fill plentiful forms, attend a biometrics appointment, complete an interview, and take a 10-question naturalization test.) Upon a parent’s naturalization, children under 18 become automatic citizens, and it becomes easier to petition to bring family to the U.S.

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Proud new citizen. 

Federal employee David Scott Velez is running today’s ceremonies (there are three, each a half-hour long). Velez, whose parents are Puerto Rican, worked for five years as an asylum officer, which he admits was depressing. Those were sad stories, and these are happy ones, he says. Tichacek says some of her favorite ceremonies are those held for adopted kids who have arrived in America for the first time. Sometimes, too, they do ceremonies in the hospital or at people’s houses for those who are too old or disabled to travel.

People tend to especially enjoy Obama’s video message, says Tichacek, and I notice a number of folks recording it on their smartphones. Soon after, miniature American flags are being waved in the air, and then, of course, it’s photo time. Tichacek is taking photos for new citizens left and right, and soon young women, married couples, and older folks are asking me to snap shots of them holding up their certificates and flags and posing in front of the Statue of Liberty or the DHS plaque on the wall. USCIS encourages them to share their experience with the hashtag #newcitizen.

A young woman from the Dominican Republic asks me to take her photo.

“Does it feel different?” I ask.

She nods and smiles, and I notice a few tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. A few others ask me to take their photo—a taxi driver from Bangladesh, a Salvation Army Corps Officer from Zimbabwe. I look up and spot Tichacek chatting with a tall redhead and his girlfriend. She likes to try to collect stories at the ceremonies, a sort of “New” Humans of New York. She comes over a few minutes later and tells me that usually Brits are not very enthusiastic about becoming U.S. citizens, but that this guy was a rare exception.

Some of the Friday ceremonies have a special element, if not a special location. On May 20, the ceremony commemorated Asian American and Pacific Islanders month, with Shin Inouye and Manar Waheed, a government press secretary and deputy policy director, appearing as guests. I spotted two tall monks outfitted in thick red and yellow robes (and red Reeboks), one a candidate and one an observer. Inouye mentioned a number of famous APIs—the CEO of PepsiCo, the founder of YouTube—and encouraged everyone to be active and engaged citizens. “I am so very honored to be the first person to call you my fellow Americans,” he said.

 

My Friday morning started like that today. 🇺🇸 cheers to #newcitizen !

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At this ceremony, a wizened Asian fellow is sitting in the front row. I start talking to him in English; he looks up but doesn’t respond.

“Do you speak Chinese?” I ask in Chinese. His face lights up. “English, I don't understand one word!” he responds. He came over from Fujian, China in 2011 to join his eldest son, he tells me. His name is Yun Feiwang, and he’s 76. He says that in America people are very cultured, very polite. “Nihao! Thank you! Bye bye!” Yun says, citing evidence.

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76 year old Yun Feiwang waves his new flag.

Next to him is a Jamaican man of similar age, with his hair tied into a tight gray bun. He tells me he’s been in the U.S. for 46 years, though spent most of his time at sea as a merchant marine working the engine rooms of chartered ships.

Yun cuts in to ask me something that I don’t quite understand, so I just nod and say yes, and then the ceremony begins.

Waheed, the guest speaker, talks about her parents, who immigrated from Pakistan, and how learning their story changed what she saw for herself and others, how it allowed her to dream bigger.

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New day, new country.

“There are similarities in our differences—and strength and power in our ability to relate to each other, to understand each other, and to unite in having each other’s backs and moving forward,” says Waheed. She emphasizes the importance of documenting our histories by continuing to tell stories, lest they get lost.

 

MI Chiquita 😘 got her citizenship!! Congratulations 🎊 baby!! 😜 #BGR #newcitizen #cubana

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Afterwards, the certificates are passed out, each new citizen getting his or her photo taken with Inouye and Waheed before sitting back down for Obama’s message and the Pledge of Allegiance.

Yun lifts his arm and holds up his new piece of paper. “Is this the certificate?” he asks me. “Yes!” I confirm. Even in an age of technology, it is a critical possession. Presentation of the physical certificate is required to open those doors to liberty and justice for all.

Photos are once again taken, and new citizens file out of the room, and into their country.

The Ashen Remains of a Canadian Boomtown After a Massive Wildfire

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Last month, a massive and devastating wildfire broke out in the province of Alberta, Canada, threatening and then mostly swallowing the oil boomtown of Fort McMurray. 

The wildfire, the cause of which remains unknown, still burns across nearly 1.5 million acres of land, but, thanks in part to a swift response by authorities—tens of thousands of people were evacuated—there were no injuries. (Two young evacuees, however, were killed in an SUV accident while fleeing the flames.)

The fire has since left Fort McMurray, and authorities now say it's around 70 percent contained, which means, for city residents, it's time to go back and survey the damage.

This past week, the Canadian government allowed the first residents to do just that, many wearing gas masks to escape the still-toxic air. What they found were uncut lawns, ash-covered streets, melted siding on homes, and little life, human or otherwise: the scene of an eerie destruction. 

For many, too, it was emotional. After being away for weeks, most residents had no idea if their homes had survived or been destroyed, or if they lay in some half-burned middle state, cloaked in ash but with parts still salvageable. One resident got to his house and saw a front facade that looked as he had left it, but the back of the home was an unrecognizable blur of debris. 

“I had a deck, a barbecue, a garage, a car, a couple of bikes and now they’re gone," the resident told the Canadian Press

Many left in such a rush that they didn't have time to take their pets, but during the evacuation, rogue teams of rescuers reentered the city, to the relief of some pet owners. 

 

The CBC's Andrea Ross toured the area Wednesday as residents returned home. Wearing a mask to protect herself from the atmosphere, she saw all variety of surreality, as some teared up, whether their homes were destroyed or not. 

Much of the city is covered in tackifier, a compound used to keep the toxic ash from entering the air. 

Estimates as to how much it might cost to clean up the city ran well into the billions, with one insurance company estimating claims of $9 billion, for a city of around 61,000 residents, according to the Globe and Mail. It's also been suggested that some neighborhoods might be abandoned altogether. 

Evacuees will get debit cards worth up to $1,250 from the Canadian government, to help with food, housing, transportation, or other needs. Those that have returned are left to deal with their emotions but also the ruin. The government has strongly warned against residents sifting through the destroyed remains of their homes, citing the dangerous toxic ash, but, the CBC found, some couldn't resist. Even if it was to just dig up an old necklace. (Hundreds are also on a waiting list for an organization of military vets to look search for valuables.)

The fire also produced, in some neighborhoods, a weird dichotomy, with one side of the block a scene of devastation and the other not that much worse for the wear: melted siding and broken windows, perhaps, but still standing. (Another apartment building in the city went up in flames Tuesday, but that turned out to be unrelated to the wildfire.)

Whatever the damage, the city is in for a long recovery. Over $125 million in donations have been raised, the Red Cross said last week, and more are sure to come in. Most of that money will be given directly to returning evacuees, for food, transportation, and cleaning needs. It will be left to them to make a list of what they lost and, then, to rebuild. 

Places You Can No Longer Go: The Richardson Spite House

This Floating Schoolhouse Just Collapsed After a Heavy Storm

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The school before the collapse. (Photo: 準建築人手札網站 Forgemedia/CC BY 2.0)

Nigeria’s Makoko Floating School, an experimental three-story schoolhouse, has collapsed under the stress of a severe rainstorm, according to Reuters.

The three-story, A-frame building was first constructed in 2013 as model for new building techniques that could be used in places like the sprawling Lagos neighborhood of Makoko, where most of the buildings rest on stilts above the shallow Lagos Lagoon. Prior to the creation of the floating school, local kids only had access to a single school, built on solid ground, that was constantly flooded. The floating school was built out of local materials, and was designed to float on hundreds of plastic barrels to keep it above the fluctuating water level. The actual classrooms were located on the second and third floors, giving them a measure of extra protection as well.

Winning multiple awards for sustainable innovation, the building was used for around three years before it was decommissioned in March, with plans to upgrade the structure to an even better design. But after heavy rains battered the school earlier this week, the building (as well as a number of other nearby huts) collapsed. 

Fortunately, no one was hurt in the collapse, and in a statement, the floating school’s architects said that while the loss of the building was unfortunate, it served its purpose as a proof of concept, and they look forward to building a better version.  

Found: A Hidden Monument in the Center of Petra

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Petra. (Photo: Jan Smith/CC BY 2.0)

Sarah Parcak, the space archaeologist, keeps finding new and exciting places, by looking down from above. In a new paper, National Geographic reports, she and colleague Christopher Tuttle describe a previously unknown monument that they found right in the middle of Petra.

Petra, in southern Jordan, dates back to 300 B.C. and was a major city in its time. Using high-resolution satellite images, drone photos, and ground surveys, Parcek and her team located a platform that’s 184 feet by 161 feet, with another, slightly smaller platform inside. The smaller platform, National Geographic says, would have been paved with flagstones. There were columns and a staircase, and it’s the second largest “display area,” after the city’s iconic monastery.

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Petra. (Photo: xavier33300/CC BY-SA 2.0)

There are “no known parallels to any other structure in Petra,” National Geographic writes. It has yet to be excavated, but it was probably used for some sort of public function. The most amazing aspect of the platform, though, is that it remained hidden for so long.

Every day, we highlight one newly found object, curiosity or wonder. Discover something amazing? Tell us about it! Send your finds to sarah.laskow@atlasobscura.com. 


Watch an Action-Packed Video of a Swedish-Ukrainian Berry Rake

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If you have been picking your blueberries and mulberries one by one, then you have been doing it wrong. 

Welcome to the juicy world of berry rakes, which expedite the process 10-fold, and even come with a smooth-jazz-soundtracked promo vid, thanks to manufacturer M-Tools (tagline: "I came, I saw... I gathered"). This Ukrainian company urges you to gather your berries yourself using these tools made in Sweden. Not only will the berry-picking be swift—the company says "the gathering process may be extremely beneficial and bring positive emotions."

We're shown the two versions: professional and optimal. At the one-minute mark, the berry raking revs right into turbo mode (thanks to the spring wire and ergonomic handle)—though not everyone can master the swift scooping motion with such panache.

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Want to Make America More Inclusive? Start With Stamps

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Stamps from around the world. (Photo: Simon Davies/CC BY-SA 2.0

When attendees walk into theWorld Stamp Show, a collectors convention held somewhere in the U.S. every 10 years, they’re greeted by a massive sign that reads, “The whole world is here!”

This isn’t an exaggeration: from May 28 to June 4 this year, collectors, traders, dealers, and stamp societies from as far as Egypt and Thailand convened at the sprawling Javits Center in midtown Manhattan. But despite the World Stamp Show’s global aspirations, walking around the space, the homogeneity of most of the attendees stood out.

“The stamp collecting community basically is synonymous with old white guys,” says Don Neal, the newsletter Editor in Chief at ESPER (Ebony Society of Philatelic Events and Reflections). ESPER, founded in 1988 and named after its creator, Esper G. Hayes, set out to change that limiting definition. Hayes, a stamp collector, met the black Olympian Jesse Owens a stamp show in the ‘70s, where she waited in line for his autograph. They were the only two black people at that show. After a solemn handshake, she pledged to Owens that she would do something to help African-Americans in the philatelic community.

In reaction to Owen’s death in 1980, Hayes made good on that promise: ESPER’s global society is now 28 years old and 300 members strong. It hosts booths at stamp conventions around the country, supports youth organizations, convenes social events and provides a network for African Americans in philately.  

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ESPER members at a 25th anniversary event in 2013. (Photo courtesy of Don Neal)

Though today ESPER is thriving, its existence was only made possible in the late ‘70s. The first African-American to appear on a stamp was Booker T. Washington, in 1940, nearly 150 years after the first US postage was issued. It would be 16 years before another black person appeared on a stamp. Finally, in 1978, the United States Postal Service launched theAfrican American Heritage Stamp program, an effort to place one important African-American figure on a stamp every year, something they’ve continued to this day. Those featured include everyone from political figures like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. to artists like Louis Armstrong and Langston Hughes.

The initiative drew many African-Americans into the philatelic community, but it’s also alienated some white stamp collectors. The influential stamp collecting magazine Linns conducts a poll every year, asking subscribers to vote on their favorite and least favorite stamps issued that year. “[Typically,] the stamp voted ‘Most Unnecessary Stamp’ may not be the Black Heritage stamp, but it's going to be a stamp of an African American that year,” says ESPER president Walter Faison. In 2015, the stamps featuring Maya Angelou and the black architect Robert Robinson Taylor bothranked highly in the “Least Necessary” and “Worst Designed” categories.

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The Robert Robinson Taylor stamp, issued in 2015. (Photo: John Flannery/CC BY-SA 2.0)

An event like the World Stamp Show, which by nature brings people from all over the world together, can be a more welcoming environment for ESPER than the shows that only allow US-based societies. “You have a lot of people here from different countries who recognize that, at least while they're here, they are a minority. Who do they connect with? A lot of times they gravitate to us,” Faison says.

“Canada has started its own Black Heritage series, where they recognize people of African descent that have made contributions to Canadian history. Israel has stamps out with African Americans on them, Poland, Norway, Sweden,” Neal says. “It's not just about America, it's a global thing. It makes the world a little smaller and shows that we have more in common, perhaps, than we have in terms of differences.”

Internationally, stamps are generally treated with a little less gravitas than they’re granted in the U.S. Here, living people can not appear on stamps. The rule used to be that a figure must be dead for 10 years before they could be put on a stamp. That was later changed to five years, and now people can appear on stamps immediately after their death (except for presidents, who traditionally appear on the anniversary of their first birthday after their death).

For black stamp collectors, that means the pool to draw from is limited. Due to slavery and post-slavery discrimination, most African-American figures regarded as important to US history lived in the 20th century, and many are still alive today. As collectors, many ESPER members look outside the U.S. to find stamps that suit their interests, including the many honoring Barack Obama which have been issued by countries around the world.

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A stamp honoring American heptathlete Jackie Joyner-Kersee, issued in Paraguay in 1989. (Photo: Public Domain)

Both Faison and Neal were emphatic in their description of ESPER as a welcoming and pluralistic group. “We're a very engaging society. We have fun,” Neal says. “Of the smaller societies we are, without a doubt, the most diverse.” Not all ESPER members are black. Of those from non-African-American backgrounds, most are interested in a specific genre of stamps that happens to align with black culture, like jazz. One of their members is a white woman from New Zealand who stumbled upon their booth in a hotel and ended up writing her PhD thesis on black jazz musicians on stamps. She stopped by to visit during the World Stamp Show.

In a world full of Oculus Rifts and hoverboards, getting young people interested in static pieces of paper no bigger than a QR code can seem like a tall order. But ESPER is set on initiating a new generation into the world of philately. Neal says he hopes to draw young people’s interest by appealing to whatever they like already, be it Star Wars or basketball. He buys “yearbooks” for kids he knows, the name for a collection of all the US stamps released the year they were born. ESPER also sponsors a Boy Scout team in North Carolina, who, in 2016, can still earn merit badges for stamp collecting.

Even if teenagers and young adults continue to see philately as the domain of nerds, that doesn’t mean they won’t warm to the idea later in life, say Neal and Faison. Both men say they collected as children, lost interest for a while in young adulthood and came back to the hobby in middle age. “You get to a point where you're too sophisticated to collect stamps,” says Neal. But young do collectors exist. “We have a young lady from Brooklyn who is 14, I think. She’s a member. She joined at a New York show maybe six months ago. She came here and showed the collection, and everyone fell in love with her,” Faison says.

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Stamps honoring Anna Julia Cooper, an author, educator, and the fourth African American woman to earn a PhD. (Photo: John Flannery/CC BY-SA 2.0)

Neal also believes that keeping the hobby alive depends on those who make decisions about US stamps adapting to the times.“We're just so worried. In other countries, Olympic athletes have been put on a stamp, and then you find out they were dope users. It is very embarrassing to the country, so we don't want to do that. God forbid the United States should be embarrassed,” Neal says with a hint of sarcasm. “I'm not opposed to having Bart Simpson on a stamp, or Harry Potter on a stamp. They don't always have to be dead historical people,” says Neal. The aim is for greater diversity—both on the stamps themselves and among collectors. “You need to see it in the exhibits, you need to see it in the societies.”

It may be that ESPER itself, with its passionate members, global focus, unique demographics, and open minds, is American philately’s best hope for the future.

What Do Scientists Do When They Think They Might Have Intercepted Alien Signals?

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A look at space, from Hubble. (Image: NASA/Public domain)

Imagine that you’re an astronomer, working in your lab, day in and day out, analyzing signals from space. Waves of energy pass through, you measure them, you calculate what they mean—what stars, asteroids, quasars, black holes, and planets are doing very, very far away from here. One day, a strange signal registers on your instruments. You check that it’s not an equipment error. You start running through possible explanations, all the obvious ones and the less obvious ones. Nothing fits.

You know the signal is not coming from this planet. Maybe you start thinking that one possible explanation, as unlikely as it may be, is that you’ve come across a sign of extraterrestrial intelligence.

This happens from time to time, even to scientists who had no intention of searching for alien life. Nikola Tesla thought a signal that his receivers picked up on a summer night in 1899 may have come from Mars. The scientists who discovered pulsars considered, for a bit, that the regular pulses they were detecting might be the work of “little green men.” Most recently, a group of scientists suggested that unusual and unexplained fluctuations in the light of a star looked similar to what one would expect to see if alien-built megastructures were circling it.

Weird signals raise a particular problem: what happens when you find data coming from the vastness of space which has no apparent explanation—or for which one possible explanation is an unbelievable one? Why is it so hard to count out aliens once they’ve been invoked?

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Tesla's Colorado Springs lab. (Photo: Wellcome Trust/Public domain)

Tesla’s lab in Colorado Springs contained some of the most sensitive receivers of electric signals that had been invented by 1899, meant for his work on wireless electrical transmissions. The receivers could sense changes within a 1,100 mile radius; Tesla had used them to predict lightning storms.

He knew what the receivers’ normal background noise sounded like, and what he heard on that night in 1899 was a different pattern. It was “taking place periodically, and with such a clear suggestion of number and order,” he’d write later. It was like they were counting. One. Then two. Three. Four.

Tesla heard the signals more than once, in that lab, and, as a good scientist should, he started considering possible causes. Could it be the sun? The Aurora borealis? The currents of the earth? He was familiar with those electrical disturbances. This was not the same.

“I was as sure as I could be of any fact that these variations were due to none of these causes,” he’d write.“The feeling is constantly growing on me that I had been the first to hear the greeting on one planet to another. A purpose was behind those electric signals.”

In 1899, it still seemed possible that there might be life on nearby planets, and that’s where Tesla hypothesized the signals were coming from. He thought that if he could send a message back, perhaps he would get a response—proof that his feeling was correct.

But one of the difficulties of pinning strange signals on aliens is that there’s plenty of other non-intelligent (if amazing) stuff out there we don’t know about. We keep discovering new space phenomena.

In the 1990s, James and Kenneth Corum, two members of New York’s Tesla Society with electrical engineering experience, put forward a new hypothesis for what Tesla heard—electric pulses from Jupiter, created by its interaction with one of its moons, Io. These had not yet been discovered in Tesla’s time, but almost a century later, they were a well-established phenomenon.

To test their theory, the Corum brothers reconstructed Tesla’s receivers from 1899, and under the right conditions, they did pick up signals coming from Jupiter.

“When you listen to kilometric signals from Jupiter with one of Tesla’s Colorado Springs receivers, you occasionally hear a ‘Beep...Beep-Beep...Beep-Beep-Beep,” they wrote. It was like Tesla had written—1, 2, 3.

This sort of historical re-enactment isn’t enough to establish, without a doubt, that Tesla was picking up signals from a planet 390 million miles away. (Even the Corums acknowledge that it’s not enough to “convince the skeptical.”)

But they did hear something like the same signal again. To be able to say anything definitive about an anomalous signal, this is the first requirement. And it can be harder than it seems. One of the most famous unexplained space signals, the Wow signal, appeared only once, and never again.

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The Wow signal. (Photo: Big Ear Radio Observatory and North American AstroPhysical Observatory/Public domain)

The scientists who found the Wow signal were actually looking for signs of extraterrestrial intelligence. They had a radio telescope that had been surveying the sky for celestial objects like quasars, before the project lost its funding and most of the people working on it lost their jobs. The unemployed telescope was put to work to search for signals from extraterrestrial intelligence, by scanning narrowband frequencies, where only man-made technologies were known to operate.

One day, Jerry Ehman, a scientist working on the project, sat down to go through the data, which showed what the telescope had registered beyond background noise. The print-out used letters if the telescope ever registered more than 9 times the normal noise—A was 10 times background, B, 11 times, and so on. Usually, the print-outs were a field of 1s and 2s, but this time, there was a stand-out series: 6EQUJ5—a peak of more than 30 times above background noise.

Ehman circled the sequence and wrote “Wow!” on the sheet.

Ehman and his colleagues were able to rule out many possible causes of the signal. It was not an equipment error, a military experiment, a satellite, or a supernova. In a couple of key ways, it looked a lot like what one might expect a signal from an intelligent civilization to look like.

That didn’t necessarily mean it was a signal from an extraterrestrial group. “Oh, I want it to be,” Ehman once said—but there was no way to prove it, and no more data to work with. An amateur astronomer, not part of the original team, spent years trying to find the WoW signal again, traveling the world to use powerful telescopes and track down the best observation windows. But, he finally admitted, the signal “has proven elusive.”

Another scientist, Antonio Paris, thinks he may be able to solve the puzzle within the next year. He believes the signal may have come from a comet, which passes only intermittently and would explain why the signal had never been found again—no one was looking at the right time. But the comet is coming by again in 2017, and Paris intends to be pointing a radio telescope at it. He has one that used to belong to NASA, but was decommissioned and sold at auction. An engineer with a radio astronomy jones bought it for less than $1,000 and had been using it as a hobby. He offered Paris its use for the next three years: testing will start in July, so that when the comet comes back in January 2017, they’ll be ready for it.

What they find, though, may not be the Wow signal. “It’s like dropping a penny in the ocean and coming back 34 years later to look for that penny,” Paris says.

This is why it can be hard to explain strange signals—and why, at the same time, it’s hard to rule out aliens. Space is vast, vast, vast. Anomalous signals pop up all the time on our observational equipment, and often are just dismissed as blips. Even if they are strange, with just one data point, it’s hard to conclude much of anything.

On the other hand, space is so big and our capacity to observe it so limited that it’s possible that there are other data points out there and we just happen not to be looking at the right time. One theory about the Wow signal holds that if it did come from aliens, perhaps the signal swept by us, like a beacon in the night, and will be back eventually—we just can’t predict when.

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An artist's impression of planets orbiting stars. (Image: ESO/M. Kornmesser/CC BY 4.0)

The work that Paris is doing is not the sort that NASA and the National Science Foundation give grant funding for. There’s only so much money for astronomy research, and very little of it goes to projects that focus on SETI, the search for extraterrestrial intelligence. There are only so many hours each year that the world’s telescope can be measuring signals from the sky, and there’s fierce competition among scientists to claim a few of those hours to point a powerful telescope at the part of the universe they’re most interested in. 

In SETI research, there’s no guarantee that if you point a telescope at the part of the sky you’re interested in that you’ll find anything at all. We have no idea exactly what we’re looking for—only guesses about what the most promising directions to look in might be, or how aliens might try to make themselves known. 

But there is logic behind our best guesses of how to look for aliens. In a 2005 paper, one SETI scientist pointed out that if an alien civilization had created star-orbiting megastructures, Kepler, the telescope that’s been searching for planets, would see them. For any object the size of Jupiter or larger, Kepler could tell, too, if the orbiting objects were circular or not. Alien megastructures probably wouldn’t be circular (Death Stars excluded), so we should pay attention if any non-circular objects showed up.

They did. Jason Wright, an astronomer at Penn State, noticed that, in fact, Kepler had found non-circular objects orbiting stars, as predicted. There was a good explanation for all the ones he knew of, though, until Tabetha Boyajian, an astronomer at Yale University, told him about the strange flux of light in the star she was studying. The pattern was originally flagged by citizen scientists, but when Boyajian started looking for an explanation of the star’s strange behavior, she couldn’t find an obvious one.

“The observations didn’t fall into any clear category,” she says. She started talking to other scientists, testing out ideas, until, finally, she had convinced herself. “This is truly something that is unique,” she says.

Boyajian had published a paper on the star’s strange light pattern, and Wright was working the alien megastructure possibility in a paper of his own, when a reporter at the Atlantic wrote about their research. All of sudden, science writers were reporting that they might have discovered alien megastructures.

Boyajian is currently raising money on Kickstarter to buy telescope time to continue observing the star and its weird flux. The explanation is probably not alien megastructures circling it, she says. “Nature has a much better imagination than we do. You don’t want to give up on physics,” explains Boyajian. “It is probably something natural that we just haven’t thought of yet."

As they try to track down that natural source, though, they’re doing much of the same work they’d do to track down an intelligent alien source. For Wright, the mystery of the star and the source of its fluctuation is a fascinating science puzzle—with the bonus that there’s a SETI angle. “It doesn’t take much to be interesting from a SETI perspective,” he says. “There aren’t a lot of leads.”

This one is very, very unlikely to lead us to an extraterrestrial civilization. Until scientists get another good look at that star, though, it is still possible, in the most conservative sense, that aliens are responsible for its strange behavior. But probably there's some other explanation.

Giant Inflatable Dog Poop Is Stolen in Spain

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Faced with mounting dog doo problems, the Spanish city of Torrelodones took inspired action—they installed a nine-foot-tall inflatable poop in the town square, in order to encourage residents to clean up their pups' smaller versions.

But the plan worked too well: someone went overboard, and rid the square of the giant poop, too.

As El País reports, Torrelodones filed a theft report this week, stating that someone had stolen the sculpture while it was deflated and back in its case. Replacing it will cost the city €2400, or about $2700.

The movement's organizers were undeterred, and some even seemed encouraged that their message had taken hold. "Despite this disappearance, we will restart the campaign next week once the company that designed the inflatable provides a new one," town authorities told The Local.

In the meantime, people will have to find another place to take selfies, perhaps with the hashtag #nomasnomascacas.

Every day, we track down a fleeting wonder—something amazing that's only happening right now. Have a tip for us? Tell us about it! Send your temporary miracles to cara@atlasobscura.com.

What It's Like to Run a Fan Site For the Arguably Worst Team in NBA History

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The paper bag says it all: a 76ers fan at the December 2015 game against the Memphis Grizzlies in Philadelphia. (Photo: Mitchell Leff/Getty Images)

This NBA season has been extraordinary. The Golden State Warriors set the record for most wins in a regular season in NBA history, losing only nine games the entire season. The San Antonio Spurs lost only 15 games, the same as the eventual champion Warriors had last season; in a normal year, the Spurs would have been obvious favorites to win the title, and this year they didn’t even make the finals. We may have seen the last pairing of Oklahoma City Thunder’s legendary duo of Kevin Durant and Russell Westbrook. There is a rematch in the NBA Finals, something that usually only happens about once per decade.

It’s also been an extraordinary season for the Philadelphia 76ers, for completely opposite reasons. The team finished dead last in the NBA, winning only 10 games. They set the longest losing streak of any team in professional sports, a 27-game string of losses stretching back to the previous season. Their claim for worst-ever season was broken when they got double-digit wins—but that is only one more than the actual worst team, the 1972 76ers. With all the attention on the winning side of the ledger, many fans have missed one of the most incredible, if depressing, stories in sports history.

Jake Pavorsky is not one of those fans.

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Allan Iverson, now retired, next to the team logo at Philadelphia's Wells Fargo Center. (Photo: Kevin Burkett/CC BY-SA 2.0)

Pavorsky helps run Liberty Ballers, a Philadelphia 76ers site under the larger umbrella of SBNation, a network of sites for basically every professional sports team. Pavorsky has been in a leadership position at the site since the fall of 2014, which would not normally be notable except for the fact that the guy is only 19 years old today.

The team did reach the finals in 2001, but Pavorsky has no memory whatsoever of the series. His memories of basketball begin a few years after that, during a long stretch of decidedly average 76ers teams that, as it would turn out, would be a high point for the franchise during Pavorsky’s lifetime. “There's really never been that many good memories for me as a Sixers fan,” he says. “You hear about the basketball culture in Philadelphia, what the Sixers used to be, all the great names that came through here. And people my age just really haven't seen that.”

In the NBA, the top 50 percent of teams make the playoffs; the 76ers, during this stretch, typically would make the playoffs only to lose immediately. Four years ago, the team missed the playoffs completely. The three seasons since then have been something else entirely, perhaps the most extreme strategy of its kind in sports history. Extreme, in this case, does not mean “fun.”


As the location of the worst franchise in modern basketball history, Philadephia is an unlikely spot. The 76ers have won three championships, and the Philadelphia Warriors, which played in the city until 1962, won two, putting the city in the upper echelons of the winningest cities in the NBA. (The Philadelphia Warriors are now, of course, the Golden State Warriors.) This is the home of Wilt Chamberlain, who scored 100 points in a single game as a Philadelphia Warrior; of Julius Erving, the high-flying“Dr. J”; the initial home of Charles Barkley; the home of Allen Iverson, perhaps the most controversial player of the past quarter century; and even the initial home of one Andre Iguodala, who, um, won the title of Most Valuable Player in the NBA Finals last year on his current team, the Golden State Warriors.

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The 76ers vs Raptors in 2005. (Photo: Cleavers/CC BY-ND 2.0)

For a city very often described as “gritty,” the fans are the grittiest. There’s the infamous time in 1968 that Eagles fans hurled snowballs at Santa Claus, but less known is that Philadelphia Eagles fans have thrown so many snowballs at basically anyone within hurling distance that the NFL was forced to create a rule that all seats must be swept clean of snow before a football game starts. More dangerous than that is the time Phillies fans threw D-cell batteries at a player who declined to join the team.

This all adds up to a singularly strange situation: a legendary team in a very large city with arguably the most passionate sports fans in the country, that’s saddled with a team that’s truly terrible. And not just terrible—intentionally awful.


To understand how 76ers fans and other dedicated followers of terrible sports fans fare, it helps to understand how the Philadelphia team came to have such a record-setting season. In the NBA, like in other sports, the draft system for young players is set up as a kind of fairness-creation mechanism. Theoretically, the worst teams in the league get the highest picks, meaning they get the best young players from college or high school or overseas. This keeps the league competitive; a pure lottery could result in the best teams becoming better and the worst teams becoming worse. (There is a small lottery in the NBA; the precise order of the draft picks is randomized, so that the worst team doesn’t necessarily get the top pick, but is weighted so the worse you are, the higher a chance you have of getting a better pick.)

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The 76ers playing in 2013. (Photo: Keith Allison/CC BY-SA 2.0)

This attempt towards fairness has a dark underbelly in that it can actually benefit a team to perform badly. This is a very tricky position; it is unethical and unpopular to lose games on purpose, and also not really something players are interested in doing. But coaches and general managers (the latter in charge of trades and contracts, basically deciding who plays on a team) can make moves that cripple a team. Coaches and general managers usually do not admit to “tanking” a season in order to get a better draft pick, but there are plenty of examples through NBA history that are, at the very least, questionable. The 2002-2003 Cleveland Cavaliers traded away all their top three scorers in suspiciously terrible trades, and ended up tied for the worst record in the league. Probably not-so-coincidentally, the team landed Lebron James, an Ohio native and arguably the best player of his generation, in the following draft.

This draft setup penalizes the middle of the league most. The 76ers, in the middle years of the 2000s, were a mediocre team, trapped in the quicksand of the draft procedure. “They were trapped in the middle, which is the worst place to be in the NBA,” says Pavorsky. They were slowly sinking from a mediocre team to a middling team, missing the playoffs in the 2012-2013 season for the first time in years. Then they hired Sam Hinkie, an analytics obsessive who has given speeches at the MIT Sloan Sports Analytics Conference, to become the general manager.

 

 

This is where things get crazy. Hinkie and the new majority owner of the team, Josh Harris, openly discussed their intention to radically rebuild the team. Within a couple of years they traded every decent player on the still-decent 76ers, mostly for draft picks from other teams or extremely young and unproven players. This would result in a dramatically worse team than the year before, and would continue as long as it could: the team would tear down its entire team and place its entire hopes for the future on the NBA draft. This strategy became known by late 2014 as “the process,” and by sometime in 2015 it became capitalized: The Process.


Basketball officials frowned on The Process, and the league president publicly made a little noise about changing the rules to make it illegal. But he didn’t have to; as it stands, it's unlikely that many other teams have any interest in following the 76ers' lead. The 76ers were the second-worst team in the league in the 2013-2014 season, the third-worst in the 2014-2015 season, and dead last this year, the 2015-2016 season. Only this year, in the 2016 draft, will the 76ers actually have the number one pick, but each year they’ve had several very high choices and prominent trades for young players. None of them have worked out. One injury-prone player missed the entirety of the past two seasons; he has yet to play a single minute in the NBA. One decided to play in Turkey for a couple more years; he has yet to play a single minute in the NBA. One was traded to the 76ers in 2013 and immediately got hurt and missed the entire season. The team scored the Rookie of the Year one year and traded him for a bunch more draft picks a year later. Their two best players play the same position and can’t seem to both be on the court at the same time. It is chaos.

What this has meant is that the Philadelphia 76ers have somehow managed to stay one of the worst teams in the league despite racking up some of the hottest young players in the NBA. Year after year, the team stinks, they get a great draft pick, and then stink again. It is perhaps the most unprecedented stink streak in NBA history. 

“Very trying, I would say,” says Pavorsky, “is probably the best way to put the past three years.”

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Miami Heat and Philadelphia 76ers play in Miami, 2014. (Photo: charlieh0tel/CC BY-ND 2.0)

The psychology of sports fans is a fairly well-studied subject. According to an article in the Association for Psychological Science, “Research shows similarities between a fan’s identification with a sports team and how people identify with their nationality, ethnicity, even gender.” Except, obviously, a team’s success is much more fluid and volatile than the success of one’s nationality or culture. A 1992 study found that fans’ perceptions of their own future and worth was affected dramatically by whether their team lost.

Though whether a team wins or loses can have a distinct psychological effect on a fan, a major part of the pleasure of being a fan is in the community element, which is largely separate from a team’s success. Whether or not a team wins, the community, the feeling of having a common interest and goal, remains, which is why famously non-winning teams like the Chicago Cubs still retain gigantic fandoms.

The Philadelphia 76ers fans not only get to feel a community with those who “stick with” the team during these hard years, but they’re also planning for the future: if “The Process” does work, and the team does become competitive in a few years? It’ll be an astounding comeback, for sure, but there’s also a more basic element: the team can’t really get any worse. This kind of has to be the bottom of the barrel.

It is actually remarkable how long the city put up with the strategy, but just a few months ago, enough seemed to be enough. Hinkie resigned from the team on April 6th amidst mounting pressures from fans and new management, penning a 13-page, extremely strange resignation letter. 

Pavorsky is not among the dissatisfied. “People gave them a hard time for what they did, but it was something that had to be done,” he says. “Whether it works out or not, I'll stand by it forever.” He refers to himself and his ilk as “Process-trusters,” those who believe that Hinkie’s strategy will pay off sometime down the road. This year, after a half-decade of garbage teams and a decade more of uninspiring ones, the Philadelphia 76ers will, hopefully, have a selection of some of the best young talent in the league. That guy who was injured for two years? He’ll play. The guy who stayed in Turkey? He’s here now. And the biggest prize, the number one pick in the draft, will be a 76er.

“I don't know if this was the original plan to be this bad for this long,” says Pavorsky. “I just hope that the next five to ten years are so great that it makes all this pain and suffering worth it.” For Philadelphia, there’s always next season.

Portuguese Slave Traders Were No Match for Angolan Queen Nzinga Mbandi

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Nzinga as illustrated by Pat Masioni for UNESCO's series on women in African history. (Photo: UNESCO/CC BY 3.0)

In the 16th century, Portuguese slave traders turned to the Congo and southwest Africa, after their stake in the slave trade was threatened by England and France in the northern part of the continent. Their most stubborn opposition came from an unexpected source: an Angolan queen who ruthlessly maneuvered her way into power, fought off the slavers for decades, and, rumor has it, immolated her lovers.

Nzinga of Ndongo and Matamba, also known as Nzinga Mbandi, Anna Nzinga, and Rainha Ginga, was born in 1583 to the king of Ndongo, a kingdom of the Mbundu people in modern-day Angola. The story goes that Nzinga was so named because she was born with her mother’s umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, and the Mbundu word for “to twist” is kujinga (an alternate spelling of Nzinga is “Njinga”). This circumstance was believed to indicate that the child would grow to be proud and haughty.

The king, Ngola Kiluanji, allowed Nzinga and his son, Ngola Mbandi, to witness his governance of the kingdom, which included numerous guerrilla raids against Portuguese invaders who were trying to infiltrate the territory. His children, as a result, grew up with a sharp understanding of the horrific implications of Portuguese colonization, which depended on slavery to expand its reach and riches.

According to Joseph C. Miller's Nzinga of Matamba in a New Perspective, Nzinga first appears in the historical record in 1622, when she arrived in Luanda as the emissary for her brother, the ruler at the time. He had been dedicating all of his efforts and forces to keeping the Portuguese out of the highlands east of Luanda. During her visit, Nzinga converted to Christianity, and was baptized as Ana de Souza, a fact that would help her in her later negotiations with the Portuguese. Within two years of his sister’s visit to Luanda, Ngola Mbandi had died under unknown circumstances, and Nzinga had staked her claim as ruler of the kingdom.

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An illustration of Queen Nzinga (center) during peace negotiations with the Portuguese governor in Luanda in 1657. (Photo: Unknown/Public Domain)

Though Nzinga was about to revolutionize diplomatic relations between the Portuguese and the Mbundu state, she seized her title with great opposition from the internal political factions in the kingdom. The 17th-century Mbundu kingdom was made up of a hierarchy of linked political titleholders each with their own followings. After Ngola Mbandi’s death, the king's title would normally have gone to the leader with a combination of the most number of followers and the most deft political maneuvering.

“The scant evidence available on Nzinga's place in this general structure indicates that her claim to the royal title of the ngola a kiluanje violated established Mbundu norms,” writes Miller. “The Mbundu harbored strong feelings against females assuming any political title and explicitly prohibited any woman from assuming the position of the ngola a kiluanje.”

Initially, the Portuguese did not recognize Nzinga as the rightful ruler of the Mbundu people, either; they suspected that she was somehow implicated in her brother’s death and refused to honor her right to succeed him. They instead assumed that the heir apparent to the Mbundu throne was Ngola Mbandi’s son.

As a result, Nzinga was forced to turn to support from outside the state: from a band of Imbangala warriors who inhabited the borders of the Mbundu kingdom and had expressed hostility against both Mbundu and Portuguese armies in the past. She also offered asylum to slaves escaping from Portuguese territories, eventually recruiting them as manpower.

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Nzinga as illustrated by Pat Masioni for UNESCO's series on women in African history. (Photo: UNESCO/CC BY 3.0)

The Imbangala in particular were crucial to increasing Nzinga’s position in domestic politics. Not only were they notorious for their fierce ways and highly effective war strategies, they did not have the same hierarchical structure as the Mbundu and frequently recognized women under the title of tembanza: a leader in both war and politics. Nzinga manipulated the Imbangala’s readiness to accept a kinless woman as their leader by assuming the tembanza position in a group of Imbangala lead by the kaza, one of the most powerful warlords in the region.  

The Mbundu recognized Nzinga’s situation with the kaza as a marriage of sorts, and so did the Portuguese. According to Miller, Nzinga then used the kaza to help her kill her brother’s son, the heir apparent, in an effort to secure her position as the leader of the Mbundu. However, eventually the Imbangala left Nzinga and defected to the Portuguese due to her lack of Imbangala ancestry. By 1629, Nzinga was left without allies, with the Portuguese army in hot pursuit.

She fled to the old Mbundu kingdom of Matamba, a safeground that had in recent years been ravaged by Portuguese and Imbangala raids. In the 16th century, Matamba had flourished under the rule of several queens, although they had long since ceded rule to Nzinga’s father, Ngola Kiluanji, and later her brother. The disarray after his death and the various raids had created a political vacuum which Nzinga was quick to fill, using their willingness to accept female rulers to buttress her position as leader of the Mbundu.

Nzinga increased her wealth, her armies and her power by blocking Portuguese access to slave trade routes and diverting the slaves into Matamba. She continued to resist Portuguese troops well into her 60s, and it is said that she would wear male dress and lead her armies into battle herself.

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A statue of Nzinga in Luanda, Angola (Photo: Erik Cleves Kristensen/CC BY 2.0)

Legends of Nzinga extend outside of her brilliant military tactics and political strategy. In Philosophy in the Boudoir, the Marquis de Sade wrote that Nzinga “immolated her lovers,” obtaining a large, all-male harem after she became queen and having each man she slept with killed after their carnal encounter. Though there is no way of knowing if there is truth to these rumors, there is no denying Nzinga was a ruthless ruler, unafraid of sacrificing men who came in her way.

In 1657, at the age of 74, Nzinga entered peace treaty talks with the Portuguese, after having fought and been worn down by colonial and slave raiding attacks for decades. After conceding much of her power, Nzinga devoted her efforts to rebuilding her war-torn nation. Following her death in 1663, the Portuguese lost their most valiant opposition and were able to accelerate their colonial occupation.

As Donald Burness points out in "Nzinga Mbandi" and Angolan Independence, up until the 20th century, not much had been written by African writers on historical African revolutionaries. But during Angola’s fight for independence from the Portuguese in the 1970s, an MPLA leader named Manual Pacavira wrote a novel about Nzinga called Nzinga Mbandi while imprisoned by the Portuguese, drawing many parallels between her fight and the ongoing civil war.

“The spirit of Rainha Ginga is not dead; it serves as a source of inspiration and pride to a people and its leaders who face new challenges and new opportunities,” writes Burness. Angola is now independent, and a statue dedicated to Nzinga in Luanda serves as a tribute to one of the first people to have fought for its freedom.

China's Plans for a Huge 'Space Station' Nearly 2 Miles Underwater

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The South China Sea. (Photo: Rod Waddington/CC BY-SA 2.0)

China has long been behind the U.S. and other countries when it comes to deep-sea research, which can be expensive, since it requires specialized submersibles outfitted to withstand the pressures of the deep blue sea. 

But, according to Bloomberg, they are planning to do something radical about it: an underwater sea laboratory, capable of holding scientists on a permanent basis for weeks or months at a time. The lab would be stationed up to 9,800 feet underwater, likely in the South China Sea.

Details beyond that were scarce, writes Bloomberg, having only seen a presentation given at the country's Science Ministry, but American scientists not involved in the project said that it was more than possible. 

The project, should it materialize, would likely operate something like an underwater space station, with scientists spending infrequent tours there. 

But, as Bloomberg points out, it also would not be purely about science. China has been aggressively marking its territory in the South China Sea, to the irritation of some neighbors, like the Philippines and Vietnam.

Adding an underwater sea lab to its arsenal of manmade islands? Why not. 


Meat Raffles are the Juiciest Bar Trend

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Meat prizes on display at a meat raffle. (Photo: Erick Hansen)

If you’re from Minnesota, Wisconsin, or western New York, you’d likely recognize a carnivorous event known as the meat raffle, where locals gamble for the chance to win a package of raw meat for just a dollar. With a spin of a wheel, the holder of the correct numbered ticket can walk away with pounds of fresh bratwurst, ham, turkey, or T-bone steak.

Meat raffles first originated in Britain during World War II and spread to the U.S. and other English-speaking countries after the war. Though its exact origins in the U.S. are not certain, some posit that meat raffles were a response to food rationing in both Europe and America; several families would put their meat ration into the pool, allowing the winner to benefit from a full family meal, eventually turning into a fun event.

Since the 1940s, they have mainly attracted older generations. But now, there’s a youthful meat raffle resurgence in churches, dive bars, and veterans’ clubs across America.

Bartender Nuni Castaneda of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, feels that in his area, it’s less of a trend, and more of a handed-down semi-secret ritual. “You’d have a lot of older guys that knew about it. You wouldn’t get some 22-year-old at the meat raffle, you’d get his father, his grandfather,” Castaneda says. “The younger crowd that shows up, they heard about it and wanted to check it out. You almost have to be told about it by someone who’s older.”

While his workplace Dale Z’s doesn’t hold a traditional meat raffle, the regular raffles they hold during football season feature meat as a matter of course; Castaneda mentions a one-pound bag of Polish sausage as common prize. But as integral as meat raffles are to the Milwaukee area, they weren’t historically advertised, or very well-known outsides of veteran’s circles.

Erick Hansen of Buffalo, who started the website meatraffles.com to keep track of local meaty events, agrees. Hansen discovered meat raffles 10 years ago, when he was in his mid-twenties, and began participating on a weekly basis. “When I first started going to these, my group was most certainly the youngest group there,” he says. The rest of the crowd was middle-aged or older, and very devoted. “You saw many familiar faces raffle to raffle, town to town,” says Hansen.

Meat raffles in Buffalo, where the median age of attendees is now around 40 years old, tend to take place in VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) halls or American Legion clubs, while Midwestern meat raffles are more likely to occur in bars, as well. These days, some feature karaoke, or prop up a regular happy hour. “I can see how and why the bar raffle would be trendy, appealing and catching fire in other areas,” says Hansen. “They are short, usually loud—a good loud.”

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Raffle tickets waiting to be drawn. (Photo: Erick Hansen)

The best ones, he says, have a gambling wheel, which displays the ticket numbers (typically 30 in total). The wheel spins, and when it lands, the winner with the right number walks up to a table display of various packaged meats straight from a local butcher. The meats on offer vary in size, and can include poultry, red meat and fish. Typically, the prize selection depends on the season; hamburgers and hotdogs in summer, whole turkeys in November, ham for Christmas and Easter. Some raffles even stack the meat into a tree or tower configuration for display.

When they run out of meat, many raffle venues move on to gift certificates, either from area businesses or the featured butcher shop.  Whether it’s at a VFW hall or a bar, a meat raffle always goes hand in hand with a charity event, in part because gambling is regulated in many states. The charity benefit status allows meat raffles to happen outside of approved gambling venues like casinos or racetracks. Youth groups, hockey teams, and even roller derby teams organize them. After expenses, all the proceeds of the raffles go to charity.

But the draw of a meat raffle can still be lucrative. Troy Olsen, the owner of 1029 Bar in Minneapolis, estimates that bars in his area with meat raffles have seen a 25-percent increase insales. 1029 Bar has hosted meat raffles since it opened 15 years ago. “It costs a dollar to buy a ticket, and you can win a little over $20 worth of meat. It’s fun,” says Olsen. As in Buffalo, a younger crowd began to frequent the meat raffles in the Nordeast neighborhood of Minneapolis, traditionally a Polish neighborhood.

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Meat raffle participants with prizes. (Photo: Erick Hansen)

His bar manager, Rick Hruby, agrees. “It’s kind of a trendy thing that’s going on right now over here,” says Hruby; while meat raffles were always popular with older people and veterans, they could be hard to find. Now, there are often multiple rounds per night; 60 to 90 people might show up at 1029 Bar to buy those coveted tickets, and at two events per week, that adds up to a lot of meat. “It supports the camaraderie of the neighborhood,” Hruby says.

The Knight Cap, also in Minneapolis, has hosted meat raffles for 25 years—though before Dick Ponath owned the bar, it’d held meat raffles prior. “The young kids come in. They call ahead to reserve a table of 12, you know. Some people have birthday parties,” Ponath says. His average event attracts between 30 to 50 raffle-goers, about half of whom are repeat attendees. The biggest meat raffle Ponath remembers is when 58 winners took home prizes. “It’s just a spin of the wheel, sometimes you get lucky—it’s just like going to Vegas,” says Ponath.

“Nobody gets out of control, they’re just having fun,” he assures, though throughout the U.S., if someone wins more meat than others, they’re sometimes called a “meat hog.” Hansen, who’s won as much as two turkeys, one spiral cut ham, one package of hot dogs, and two packages of bacon in one night, has never seen a real fight or argument at a meat raffle, but he has run into trouble. "Have I been cussed out by someone’s grandmother walking out to pick up my meat from the table? Yep! A handful of times,” he says. “But that’s been the worst case scenario."

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Large quantities of meat at the Hardys Bay RSL meat raffle in New South Wales, Australia. (Photo: Brian Giesen/CC BY 2.0)

There are some meat raffle outliers outside of Minnesota, Wisconsin, and upstate New York, too: Illinois has them as fundraisers, and in New Hampshire, the intriguingly-named Pumpkin Organization of Rindge has used them to bolster their annual pumpkin-centered event. Meat raffles have also made a jump to Massachusetts gun clubs—Jim Finnerty, Vice President of the Shirley Rod and Gun Club, says his club has hosted public meat raffles for 10 years, with prizes based on the season; their next raffle is this fall. They remain popular in England and Australia.

Whether they’ll spread much further beyond the few locations that love them, meat raffles tend to stick around after people experience the thrill. It’s not just about the meat, of course. “Being able to spend time with friends and family, having a few bowls of loud-mouth soup (beer), scratching the gambling itch, providing money to a cause are all terrific things about attending a raffle,” says Hansen.

“I don’t think people are so much concerned about coming home and saying ‘oh I won a 30-ounce steak,’ Castaneda concurs. “It’s ‘I had a good time.’ That’s what I went for, not for the meat.” 

They've Finally Named 4 New Elements

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(Photo: Ed Uthman/CC BY 2.0)

Last January, the International Union of Pure and Applied Chemistry announced something big: four new elements. All super-heavy—meaning they each contain a high number of protons—the elements resided near the bottom of the periodic table of the elements, awkwardly given placeholder names like ununtrium and ununseptium.

But on Wednesday, the IUPAC said they had decided on four more pronounceable names for the elements, which are numbers 113, 115, 117, and 118 on the periodic table. 

Element 113 is now nihonium (Nh), 115 is muscovium (Mc), 117 is tennessine (Ts), and 118 is oganesson (Og).

Do some of those names sound familiar? They should. Tennessine is named, of course, for the state of Tennessee, which IUPAC said had been an important center of heavy-element research. Muscovium is named for Moscow, where some of the experiments in discovering the elements were held. And nihonium, is named for Nippon, or Japan, where nihonium was discovered, the first such discovery for an Asian country.

Finally, oganesson is named for Yuri Oganessian, a Russian scientist who is credited with numerous advances in heavy-element research. Oganessian is just the second living scientist to be have an element named for him, after Glenn Seaborg, an American scientist who discovered 10 elements. Seaborgium, element 106, was named for Seaborg in the 1990s, though only after a huge controversy

The new names, though, are not official yet. IUPAC says there will be five months of public review before the names might be formally approved in November. Care to weigh in? Try contacting them

Read the Public Testimony to Make the Stonewall Inn a New York Landmark

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A version of this story originally appeared on Muckrock.com.

Last year, days before the 46th anniversary of the eponymous riots that sparked the modern LGBT movement, the Stonewall Inn was granted landmark status by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission.

After a FOIL request, the City released written testimony from the open hearing that led to the Commission’s decision.

Among those providing testimony were New York City Council memberMargaret Chin

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The Greenwich Village Society for Historic Preservation

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(which included a list of additional LGBT landmarks they hope the city would consider preserving)

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the National Trust for Historic Preservation

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David Carter, the author of Stonewall: The Riots That Sparked the Gay Revolution

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and David Ehrich of SaveStonewall.org, who contextualized the significance of the Inn - and of New York City itself - within his own experience ..

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that ends with this powerful reminder that the fight is far from over:

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Read the full testimony here.

Photographing the World's Secret Subterranean Spaces

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Data centre in the former Pionen bunker, 100ft below the Södermalm district in Stockholm. (Photo: Samuel Merrill)

If you found yourself walking around the Södermalm district of Stockholm, you may see the popular Vita Bergen Park. You may also glimpse the spire of the nearby Sofia Church.

What you would not see is the vast bunker, now data center, that hums quietly 100 feet below the ground.

Originally constructed in 1943 as a nuclear shelter, the Pionen Bunker was built to last: blasted from granite, with 16-inch thick metal doors, it was one of Sweden's many defensive bunkers. As the authors of the upcoming book Global Undergrounds: Exploring Cities Within explain, by the mid-1960s, Sweden was filled with such invisible spaces. The country had around 43,000 shelters, built to hold three million people—"almost half of the country’s population."

In 2007, after many of these facilities had been decommissioned, Pionen had a second life. The CEO of one of Sweden’s largest internet service provider decided it was the perfect place for a data center, and demolished a further 141,000 cubic feet of space. His architects then designed a bold, futuristic interior. Somewhat fittingly, it temporarily hosted Julian Assange’s WikiLeaks server. 

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Chapel in the Sint Petersburg tunnels, Maastricht. (Photo: Paul Dobraszczyk)

Around the world, there are spaces like Pionen that lie deep in the ground. Under the historic market town of Corsham, Wiltshire, is the 35-acre Burlington Bunker, a nuclear shelter built in the mid-1950s.  Near Bogota, 660 feet into the earth is a former mine turned tourist destination. A short walk from the Place de la Bastille in Paris, there is the Arsenal Metro, a station that was closed the day before war was declared on Germany in 1939. And under Maastrict, there are defensive tunnels dating from Roman times.

These fascinating, often obscure subterranean spaces are explored in depth in Global Undergrounds.  Rather than looking upwards and outwards as cities soar and sprawl, it examines the underground areas that difficult to access and rarely seen. Atlas Obscura has a glimpse of these worlds hidden deep beneath our feet.

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Roman cistern in Istanbul. (Photo: Dpnuevo)

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The river Wien beneath Vienna. (Photo: Paul Dobraszczyk)

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The Arsenal Station on the Paris Metro, which closed to passengers on 2 September 1939. (Photo: Bradley Garrett)

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 Modern art installation in Zipaquira’s ‘cathedral’ near Bogotá, Colombia. (Photo: Aldo Chaparro/Manuel Velázquez)

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A cataphile - an urban explorer who tours the mines of Paris - rests in a room of the Paris catacombs. (Photo: Bradley Garrett)

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The Neglinnaya River beneath Moscow. (Photo: Bradley Garrett)

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The moment when platforms split into adjacent tube tunnels, long before the tracks are laid, York Metro Extension, Toronto. (Photo: Peter Muzyka)

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 The Burlington Bunker in Wiltshire, England, is so vast that it has signposted street names. (Photo: Bradley Garrett) 

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Coffins in the Catacombs at West Norwood Cemetery, London. (Photo: Paul Dobraszczyk)

How a Hotel in Chicago Convinced Drivers They Needed Parking Garages

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An ad targeted towards auto travelers. (Photo: Landmarks Illinois/Public domain)

The arms race for parking in cities began at an upscale hotel in Chicago. 

The city's La Salle Hotel was an opulent, 22-story hotel built by the same architects who designed City Hall, around the corner, and its new, five-story parking garage was meant to be an additional luxury. Added in 1918, the La Salle garage was “probably the oldest example of a commercial parking garage in the U.S.,” an American historian told the AP.

It was meant to be a temple for vehicles. Its ramp “had every appearance of a mountain road, which rose in a spiral to the top of a five-story building.” There was an elevator to bring the cars back down, to avoid traffic on the ramp. It could hold 350 cars, and had a state-of-the-art fire alarm system, as well as an “automobile doctor” on call to address cars’ ailments. Its north and south walls were lined with windows, and the top floor had five skylights. The garage hired a man just to clean those windows.

It was, wrote The Hotel Monthly, “a unique travel experience...a new note in hotel accommodations.” Another hotel journal wrote that “hotel men must now consider accommodations for the cars of their guests as well as their baggage. They have become of equal importance."

Today, urban planners fight against parking requirements that determine how many spaces residential buildings and businesses, like hotels, have to provide to their tenants and guests. But before it was treated as an unassailable right, parking in cities started out as an amenity—a service for the very rich.

At the beginning of the 1910s, horses still outnumbered cars in many American cities. But cars were gaining fast. The first version of the Model T went on sale in 1908, and by 1910, there were almost 470,000 automobiles registered across the U.S. By the end of the decade, there were eight million, and where once cities had to accommodate herds of horses, now they had to somehow house fleets of cars.

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A major Chicago street in 1903. (Photo: Library of Congress/LC-USZ62-57355)

Even as cars began to encroach, some cities were still building new, multi-story stables to keep horses in. In Chicago, the stables tended to be smaller than in other major cities, but since the city’s stable regulations were lax, many people simply kept their horses in their homes. In 1901, in Chicago, one social worker found that “unmarried Greeks frequently share their own rooms with their horses and Italians often stable them on the lower or basement floors of their tenements.” Chicago law also required stables be cleaned only once each year—a nicety that, Clay McShane and Joel Tarr report in The Horse in the City, “was rarely enforced.”

By 1915, though, the number of horses in America had peaked, and cars began taking over. The first places to store cars in cities were often at private auto clubs or dealerships. The earliest garages weren’t the empty boxes we know today, but were more like auto shops that also offered storage for cars, particularly over winter, when they had to go into hibernation.

What made the La Salle garage different was that it was owned and operated by an existing commercial establishment, as an amenity for its customers. The five-story building was two blocks from the hotel, but it guaranteed automobile travelers could park their car in a convenient, safe place connected to a particular business. Today, this seems self-evident: when you go to the grocery store, there’s parking. When you go to the mall, there’s parking. When you go to a hotel, there’s parking. Even in cities, if you live in buildings of a certain size, there has to be parking.

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Model Ts coming off the line. (Photo: Library of Congress/LC-USZ62-20077)

That’s because there are now laws requiring those spots to exist. In the late 1910s no one took parking garages for granted, and the La Salle's was a novelty, but as early as 1923, cities like Columbus, Ohio, began passing laws required parking for multi-family dwellings. Dozens of cities passed minimum parking requirements in the years following World War II, and soon they were ubiquitous. A parking garage was no longer “a unique travel experience,” but an ugly, in-between space to leave as quickly as possible.

By the end of the century, the La Salle garage wasn’t much to look at either. The red of its terra cotta facade had faded and was crumbling; the mountain-road ramp was cramped and too small to allow two-way traffic. There was no dedicated window washer. Although there was some effort to landmark the building and save it, in 2005, it was torn down, and no one missed it. There was plenty of parking elsewhere.

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