Hey, Mr. Davis. You look…I don’t know how you look. I can’t read your expression. “Pissed off at white motherfuckers.” That’s a given. “Nah. Got a special anger right now. Hey, you’re a Jew.” No good conversation has ever started this way. “You must know motherfuckers at the New York Times.” I don’t. I know people … Continue reading An Expected Conclusion With An Unexpected Postscript