This kind of opining is hollow and only leads to dubious policy recommendations. And now that I have an economist in my corner, I can drive to the hoop.
What, exactly, are the “alarm bells” ringing? That distressed white workers are pessimistic? Well, yes. The economy is not really improving. But the only logical jump from here is an elimination of affirmative action. Naturally, some commenters went there.
And, way things are going, I wouldn’t be surprised if Washington does too.
Actually, that appears to be Lewis Lapham.
Of course, Talese said something equally writerly:
But New York is a city of rebirth, so there is certainly not going to be the end of anything in New York, because everything in New York that you think is dead revives by sunshine.
Could you square this?
But for minorities, that squeeze has been partially offset by the sense that possibilities closed to their parents are becoming available to them as discrimination wanes.
Though the reported job growth is encouraging, the recovery is leaving a large segment of the workforce behind: unemployment rates remain disproportionately high for workers of color, particularly Blacks and Latinos. While the unemployment rate was 8 percent for whites in April 2011, Blacks and Latinos experienced much higher rates of unemployment at 16.1 percent and 11.8 percent, respectively. This is the first time in approximately 6 months (since November 2010) that Black unemployment has reached 16 percent.
Please? I mean, I’m all into the “angry, blue-collar white man” narrative. But, c’mon.
And can you tell me, he said with his mouth full of ceviche or whatever the hell it was he had ordered, can you tell me what you were responsible for?
White trucks came by, and zoo workers shoveled the unicorns in. They buckled and kicked a little, but mostly just lay there like giant white balloons.
I was sucked in by the charm of the narrator. He’s very gracious.
Ten-year-olds don’t take naps, his dad said, but he had taken a nap anyway on the grass outside and now he was floating around in tinfoil like an alien, probably going to throw up in T-minus three, two, one. False alarm. His head was just sloshing back and forth. He was a water balloon with applesauce guts. He was an airplane, all wings and tilt. He couldn’t see anything through the foil even though he pressed his head against it and pushed with his fingers till the grey went white and it wasn’t really the best idea to pop it, probably, so he lay down.
For years I was a gum addict, he told me. My wife made me choose between her and the gum. No lie, she did. She did.
Sometime around the year 2200 we will forget how to talk.
Obama is an un-experienced young communist, what is your excuse for being anti-Israeli?
Robert” —take care.
Anne-Elisabeth Moutet despairs of French men, even post-DSK.