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On Monday night, the Brexit virus contaminated its own opposition. The people who spent the past three years fighting the project to get Britain out of the European Union suddenly started behaving exactly like those they had challenged. It was like s...

In a recent column on the mating dance between big government and big tech, I noted that “big tech wants to be regulated by big governments because regulation makes it more difficult and expensive for new competitors to enter the market”. Two days af...

If the gridlocked British Parliament had suddenly come to a united Brexit stance on Monday, it would probably have been dismissed as an April Fool’s gag anyway. Of course, no such thing happened. Monday night’s parliamentary vote saw lawmakers choosi...

Sometimes journalists just don’t do a very good job of explaining their craft to the public. For example, I realised with a shock not too long ago that many people think anonymous sources are not only unnamed in news stories but actually unknown to t...

On March 16, I had the privilege to participate in what I consider a “Community of Practice” on early childhood education. The Early Childhood Symposium, spearheaded by Penny Saltus, of Union Square Productions in partnership with the Child Developme...

Technology is a significant part of our lives, and companies such as Facebook have immense responsibilities. Every day, we make decisions about what speech is harmful, what constitutes political advertising, and how to prevent sophisticated cyberatta...

Charles Lloyd Tucker was Bermuda’s first black professionally trained artist and a dominant figure on the art scene during the 1950s and 1960s. As the first art teacher at the Berkeley Institute, he inspired a generation of Bermudians. Some, among th...

This week we are excited to announce the launch of Ignite, a new type of support system for entrepreneurs and small businesses in Bermuda. Why Ignite? Many have experienced the impact of low levels of job creation and opportunities in the present eco...

My “friend”, Keith Peniston, died recently. I call him “friend” because once he told me that I was his “friend” after I gave him a couple of bucks to get a cup of coffee. Most mornings, Keith was outside my office on Reid Street at about 8am, waiting...

Think about it for just a minute and you will see a pattern has emerged over the past 18 months — a pattern of voices critical to the Government being silenced and of independent organisations being dismantled or subjected to political interference. ...