With the passing of Jesse Jackson, I’m reminded of 1984 (the year, not the book)
Even if Orwell never goes out of fashion in New Trumpia. Cover photo credit: Rainbow PUSH Coalition; video clip here. First, the here and now. CHICAGO (AP) — The Rev. Jesse L. Jackson, a protege of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. and two-time presidential candidate who led the Civil Rights Movement for decades after the revered leader’s assassination, died Tuesday. He was 84. Others who are better versed in recent American history can be relied upon to opine, and that’s fine by me. Rather, I have a story of my own. It began in 1984 (that year, again) and was revived in 2016, when the following was published at NA Confidential. In both instance, I received a letter… — Who doesn’t love genuine, tactile, anonymous fan mail with a real postage stamp? You get so little of it in this electronic age of ill behavior on social media. I’d previously scheduled a two martini Saturday evening, and subsequently enjoyed an entertaining Facebook discussion of my fresh new mash note, one culminating in my being first trolled and then blocked, to the vast amusement of us all. That’s modernism for yoy, but I’d already become nostalgic for ancient times, so very long ago that New Albany had a newspaper covering New...Read more