His anger was everywhere, fed by a spring, deep and paradoxically hot.
Avvocato Tapinella had been for years somewhat of a joke in the Calabrian town of Nocera Terinese, known as the good-natured lawyer who could be counted on to lose any case entrusted to him. Until . . .
His two-year-old son had developed intractable seizures, and the once precocious little boy had begun an inexorable developmental slowing, mental and physical. The town doctor, Dottore Cotrolaò, had referred the boy at once to the University of Naples, and from there he had seen medical experts in Rome and Milan as well, but there was nothing that could be done. He died in status epilepticus in 1932 at the age of five, no longer precocious. At the cemetery on the day they interred his little boy, Tapinella told Cotrolaò that the experience had been like watching his son, clamped in the jaws of a beast, shaken and slowly eaten alive. Continue reading →
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I first voted in an American national election in 1964. Lyndon Baines Johnson ran against Barry (“Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice”) Goldwater, the elder-statesman conservative who later successfully persuaded Richard Nixon to resign.
I voted for LBJ. The landslide swept Goldwater into a conservative backwater.
I have voted in every national election since then. But not voting this November has crept into my mind. And it’s not because I believe both candidates for president are hapless morons incapable of governing with some degree of effectiveness. (Yeah, I’ve got my doubts about both of these guys. They’re not that different.) And it’s not because I’ve grown weary of my own senator, the estimable three-termer Chuck Schumer, glomming onto every microphone and minicam he can find.
No, it’s because I’ve come to believe massive amounts of money from very few people have trumped my individual vote. And that money — much of it political largesse from billionaires — has made my individual vote a largely ineffective tool with which to dislodge an incumbent. Continue reading →