[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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