So I’m sitting in the office, having just got through class.
Before the election I and many friends joked that Canada was looking mighty good now. But today over morning coffee, hunched in bed I realized that I could never go that route. I refuse to cede this country to charlatans.
I talk a lot here about being a freak. And I am. An American freak, one who believes that history is not the inexorable progress of fate, or divinity, or market, or class, but rather that history is the record of brilliant improvisations within circumstances, something that is within the capacity of any of us to make or unmake. This America’s naivete’ and wisdom and it has helped me make my way through the world.
I can’t provide the counter example from the sidelines, and I won’t give them the satisfaction of chasing me out.
So today I read the phrase “the center cannot hold” as one of hope, and I think it’s time for me to slouch off to Bethlehem
And be reborn.