[Context: Back in street telephone days, the phrase grammar school was synonymous with elementary school.]
While gym running on the treadmill in Park Slope, Brooklyn, on Monday (Jan. 16), I saw through the window a young woman carrying a protest placard. The vibe was similar to a pissed-off looking fella in a beard I’d noticed on the same block a day earlier. He was wearing a “NOT MY PRESIDENT” ball cap.
The NMP protester’s placard-message denounced those who would on Friday (Inauguration Day) proclaim any kind of legitimate hold to “THIER AMERICA.”
Resist, yes. But not in ignorance.
Or maybe I’m missing the point. That the illiterate message is meant to convey the crisis in the country’s single greatest government potential: “grammar” schools.
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