So much has been explained and justified with variants of just one word, that it’s high time we started taking a closer look. This word needs to be kidnapped, deprogrammed with sunlight and a cool drink, maybe a foot massage by the swimming pool. Twisted threads leading into the unlit rooms of national knowing, we can untangle and follow… to what? To this moment, to our dream of exceptionalism, to the puppets we assign our autonomy to.

She’s standing on a dark stage and the lights are coming up. America!