Tomorrow is going to be dreadful. No two ways about it.
I have the day off work. But I won’t be watching this ghastly spectacle unfold. I’ll be listening to John Coltrane. Possibly Elvis. I may read some Walt Whitman or some James Baldwin. I might watch Singin’ In The Rain. I’ll be too busy with the young children to go to the Rauschenberg Exhibition at the Tate, but I’d like to go.
My point is, I might be consoling myself with American art to remind me that that place is responsible for works of transcendent beauty.
So, to distract ourselves from this unfolding nightmare, lets remind ourselves of the actual things which made America great.