“Two people told me I deserve a Pulitzer,” he added, “and two people said there is a special place in hell for people like me.”
If some of those readers aren’t upset with you some of the time, you’re not doing your job. But if they see you as an alien presence, unconcerned about the wellbeing of their – and your – community, you will have little impact.
So here we are, a divided country, talking past each other – and few people seem either able or interested in changing that. We talk to prove our points, to harden our positions. We’re not interested in a national conversation so much as a series of monologues.
Sixty-one years ago last evening Rosa Parks boarded Cleveland Avenue bus 2857 in downtown Montgomery, Alabama, paid her fare, and took a seat in the bus’s colored section. When the whites-only section filled up, the driver ordered Parks to give her seat to a white man and move to the rear. She refused. Although she had worked all day as a department store seamstress, she was, she wrote later, no more physically tired than usual. “No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.”
Who needs newspapers when the president-elect can tweet directly to millions of Twitter followers news that is uncorrupted by the professional media?
If Facebook can develop software to suppress real news in China, why can’t it deploy software to suppress fake news in America?
For one night, at least, baseball was America’s game again.
This is not the time for sulking in our tents. This election is all about turnout. It’s about voting and urging others to vote.
Am I for Hillary? You bet I am.