Huh?<\/p>\n
I read that in a reader’s snippy comment to the Times’ article about Trump’s indictment. As a “liberal,” I am fully qualified to comment upon the comment.<\/p>\n
My apartment is in a large upper west side building. The UWS is one of the throbbing hearts of NYC liberal\/progressive activism. The moment I heard about the indictment, here’s what I did. I took a deep breath and let it out. At that moment, too, I did not hear my neighbors yelling in joy and beating on kitchen pots and pans — which they did every evening at the beginning of the pandemic, to thank hospital personnel as they got off work.<\/p>\n
I’ve spent time this past week with my more-than-liberal family. Woke. We’re woke. None of us even mentioned the indictment until hours had passed, hours in which we were talking about other things. No pots and pans; we ate pizza.<\/p>\n
No jubilation. Not one little “eek” of joy. What we did was look at each other, and nod. Maybe one of us said, “Okay.”<\/p>\n
That was it. It was enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Huh? I read that in a reader’s snippy comment to the Times’ article about Trump’s indictment. As a “liberal,” I am fully qualified to comment upon the comment. My apartment is in a large upper west side building. The UWS … Continue reading