Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The New Yorker cover

I know in the long run that this New Yorker cover will be the forgotten detritus of a black man being elected President, but I focus this through the mind of a young kid in 1973 whose relatives said nigger this, nigger that, with the nonchalance that they asked for another hot dog or plate of potato salad.

I use that memory as a compass.

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