
Maureen Mullarkey is a painter and a critic. A member of the International Association of Art Critics (AICA), she writes on art and its intersection with religious and politics. Her essays have appeared in various publications, including The Nation, The Hudson Review, Arts Magazine, Art & Antiques, and The American Arts Quarterly. She was a columnist for The New York Sun during its life as a print publication. Currently, she is a senior contributor to The Federalist, an irregular contributor to The Weekly Standard, and keeper of a weblog titled Studio Matters. She is represented by George Billis Gallery, NYC. Follow her on Twitter, @mmletters.
A close look at Amy Coney Barrett’s legal writings indicates deep respect for the precedent set by landmark Supreme Court cases, including Roe v. Wade.
The American Library Association has embraced the endgame of today’s anti-racists: skin color is more important than content of character.
The ‘anti-racist’ books being pushed by the American Library Association replace history with the politics of resentment and fuel the flames of anger.
Just as with Eddie Adams’s famous 1968 photo from the Vietnam War, the images of Derek Chauvin and George Floyd only tell us part of the story.
A fusion of reflexive leftism and religious idiom, ‘Amazonia: New Ways’ is a showpiece of crisis-mongering and hostility toward technological development.
Catholics do not seek out the Latin Mass to ‘save a church in crisis.’ They go in obedience to the injunction: ‘Seek first the kingdom of God.’
Proceedings will be combed, parsed, X-rayed from all angles. All except one: the fundamental dishonesty and intellectual poverty of the entire enterprise.
Under cover of deep ecology, liberation theology has come in out of the cold. And it is gunning to even the score between the industrial West and the Third World.
In the U.K., a judge tried to mandate that a mentally handicapped woman must abort her child. Pope Francis had something to say about cases like these.
No tears fall for these parishes in Florida’s panhandle, devastated by hurricanes, that lack the supernal sheen of great architecture.
Frédéric Martel’s book, ‘In the Closet of the Vatican: Power, Homosexuality, Hypocrisy,’ proves to be an appalling exercise in smearing the Catholic Church in order to grind a personal and theological axes.
Why aren’t bishops and cardinals more strongly considering excommunicating Cuomo from the Catholic Church, given his disdain for the sanctity of life?
Pan-religious sentimentality survives in the current pope’s apparent embrace of Islam as morally equivalent to Judeo-Christian ethos and culture.
Reluctant to let me browse alone through fake mustaches, wooden puzzles, and Fisher-Price gear, the clerk insisted on being helpful.
Now comes Me Too to put men in the dock for having believed that women really meant it when they disdained the old proprieties.
Inadequate—and blameworthy—are expressions of sympathy for the abused that disguise the elephant in the rectory. The first responsibility is to call things by their right name.
All that is clear is that the Vatican and the Chinese Communist Party will work, behind closed doors, to select all future bishops in every Chinese diocese.
Ultimately, the core of the issue here is not about sex. Not substantially. It is about a degraded Vatican culture that supports men like Theodore McCarrick.
All but one of the hundreds of transgender books in my public library promote a movement derived from queer theory and built on a psychiatric condition.
The auditorium screen set the tone: ‘If you judge people, then you have no time to love them.’ The slogan implied that only heartless faultfinders would be skeptical of transgender dogma.