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The other day, I had one of those fist-trembling moments. I was at the beach, waiting in line to buy a cheap lunch at a food truck. The person taking orders was a congenial, light-skinned, middle-aged black who was carrying on an intermittent conversation with a younger, darker friend of his while taking orders. The kid seemed in his late teens and sported a white visor and a thatchy, stylish goatee. He brimmed with cool, easy confidence as he leaned against the truck, shirtless. Read more …
The Final Straw
While traveling the past few weeks, I kept thinking about the upcoming 2020 US presidential election. More precisely, I kept wondering whether this election would be the final straw that breaks the camel’s back. Read more …