To summarize: Brooklyn continued its transformation into a refuge for the one percent. Rafael Nadal was upset and Novak Djokovic advanced to the Australian Open final. Marshawn Lynch Marshawn Lynched. A Detroit rapper partnered with a Toronto rapper and released a powerhouse of a song. Jared Leto FLAME CAAAAARR became a thing. Official Government Person John Kerry broke the neighborhood social contract and now owes the fair city of Boston $50. Longtime Illuminati chairwoman Oprah turned 61 (she's still got it!). Soon-to-be Attorney General Loretta Lynch put on a masterclass at the Senate Judiciary confirmation hearings. Taylor Swift and Nick Jonas shared some DMs. Babies bugged out. Oh, and crazy Uncle Johnny started drinking again. What a week.

"Your Son Is Deceased" by Rachel Aviv

In the five years before Christopher's death, the Albuquerque Police Department shot thirty-eight people, killing nineteen of them. More than half were mentally ill. In Albuquerque, a city of five hundred and fifty thousand, the rate of fatal shootings by police is eight times that of New York City. Renetta vaguely remembered hearing about many of the deaths in the local media. Nearly every time, the police announced that the person who had been shot was violent, a career criminal, or mentally ill. "I just assumed that these men must have done something to merit being killed," she said. "On the news, they relayed these really sinister stories about the men, and they'd flash these horrible pictures. They looked frightening."

"A Bronx Betrayal" by Albert Samaha

If Buari had been convicted in Manhattan or in Brooklyn, he might have had some help. The district attorneys in those boroughs, and in a handful of other counties nationwide, have units devoted to reviewing questionable convictions. Units like those are part of the reason why there were 125 exonerations in America in 2014, according to the National Registry of Exonerations, more than in any previous year on record and far surpassing 2013's old record of 87.

Bronx District Attorney Robert Johnson has no such unit in his office — no such unit even though the Bronx had more documented wrongful convictions per-capita than any other county in New York state from 1989 to 2013, according to the registry. Over that span, the Bronx had the fifth highest wrongful conviction rate in America.

"Rush After 'A Rape On Campus': A UVA Alum Goes Back to Rugby Road" by Jia Tolentino

No one here is talking about Phi Psi, at least not "Phi Psi," the figural fraternity or the true, unchecked scourge of sexual assault that it was used to represent. (The frat has since beencleared of charges, with "no basis to believe that an incident occurred.") In fact, if there is a single male interacting with the Greek system—or even one human on campus generally—who wouldn't rather tuck away last semester as a bad dream, I won't hear about it over the next five days. It was enough that Sabrina Rubin Erdely's egregiously misreported gang rape story put everyone at Thanksgiving dinner with Grandma asking about consent mechanics between bites of mashed potato, but there were three undergraduate suicides, too, and Hannah Graham, a first-year girl found dead a month after she went to a party and then disappeared. It was a lot. Everyone's ready to move on.

"Black People Are Not More Homophobic Than Everyone Else" by Michael Arceneaux

Most of the people who have given me grief about my sexuality have been black like me, though I've been around mostly black people my entire life. It's more about geographic and socioeconomic status, not inherent biases. To that end, my individual experiences do not speak for the collective. It's dangerous to use anecdotes to diagnosis a community of its purported ills. Never forget that there is a world beyond yours.

Lee Daniels has forgotten this lesson. Two weeks ago, he explained that he wants to "blow the lid off homophobia" in the black community with his new show, Empire, using the rift between Jamal, a gay aspiring singer, and his deeply homophobic father Lucious Lyon, a record executive.

"Boom" by Nick Summers

In December 2014, when the number of gas attacks on U.K. cash machines had climbed above 90, I went to Liverpool to learn more about the epidemic. On a sodden day at police headquarters, an aging brick fortress near the waterfront, Detective Chief Inspector Gayle Rooney was describing how the organized crime unit had begun its investigation. "I've been in the police 23 years," she said, "and this is one of the most interesting jobs I've done." Rooney handed me a piece of paper with the names of 11 men. It was a chart, showing a web of 35 occasions on which they'd been stopped or arrested by police in one another's company. The two men at the center had no obvious history together and were linked by a single mark.

"The Terrifying True Story of How Future's DJ Got Stuck in a Dubai Jail For 56 Days" by Zara Golden

They don't tell you you're not going home. They're trying to see if I've been to Dubai, to see if I'm trying to sell this. I don't know nobody in no Dubai. I'm like, "It's for me! It's for nobody else. We do music, I didn't come to Dubai to sell weed." This is when I'm learning, okay they have zero tolerance for this. Period. They're really acting like this is the biggest drug in the world. And that's when I was like, Okay, this might be serious.

"Lauren Conrad Is a Goddamn Liar (Just My Opinion) by Allie Jones

But has rose gold always been Lauren Conrad's favorite metallic hue?

Please. I think you are forgetting that your high school experience where you wore silver necklaces every day was captured on film, Miss Lauren.

Roll tape.

"The Pursuit of Beauty" by Alec Wilkinson

Zhang's problem is often called "bound gaps." It concerns prime numbers—those which can be divided cleanly only by one and by themselves: two, three, five, seven, and so on—and the question of whether there is a boundary within which, on an infinite number of occasions, two consecutive prime numbers can be found, especially out in the region where the numbers are so large that it would take a book to print a single one of them. Daniel Goldston, a professor at San Jose State University; János Pintz, a fellow at the Alfréd Rényi Institute of Mathematics, in Budapest; and Cem Yıldırım, of Boğaziçi University, in Istanbul, working together in 2005, had come closer than anyone else to establishing whether there might be a boundary, and what it might be. Goldston didn't think he'd see the answer in his lifetime. "I thought it was impossible," he told me.

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