Proxy's Snare Bait
I tried TNR again last week with a very short column, arguing with one of Jeffrey's points, a germ of a rebuttal for which I have more ambitious expansion, assuming I am not someday soon cavorting with sewer rats, and wonder how many of TNR's contributors know the inner city, lived it as I have, aside from linguist McWhorter. Despite the fact that the fourth estate at times sounds like a collective cavern of domestic custodians, I am still engaged in attempted reclamation, and though I have not read a recent issue since Chris Hughes abrogated his old media ambitions, I know how The New Republic condemns the grubs beneath the stones. They tweeted their usual censure over the fact that white supremacy still exists. This was my response:
Liberals say I toss the baby out with the bathwater because of "a few baby apples". Define few. I am lacerated daily by black male misogyny. Everyone is silent, everyone, though what I deal with daily is contiguous.
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