“The objectively stupidest president in our nation’s often boneheaded history, the undisputed clown-car king of This Time, attempted, via one of the oldest racist tropes in the old-white-man canon, to malign one of the smartest men ever to hold our highest office, along with one of the classiest, most accomplished and beloved of First Ladies.”
On Jan. 31, 1995, I conducted a phone interview with Chicago blues great Buddy Guy, for an Asheville, N.C., Mountain Xpress article promoting Guy’s upcoming show down the mountain, in Greenville, S.C. It was only my third interview ever with a professional musician, and it went better than I had any right to expect, but …
These last few days, and my own hometown’s appalling part in them, have battered my spirit into an ugly husk of itself, a balloon of despair inflated within a leathery suit of nerve-aching skin. I am not being merely melodramatic, as can certainly be my way; my beloved country’s slippery slope down into blind idiotic …