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Roland MerulloBoston Globe |
I doubt Trump has ever punched anyone in the face. I have, and I’ve been punched in the face, too. There’s nothing heroic about it.
As Trump’s America frays, a cross-country drive reveals how ordinary people endure economic upheaval and moral exhaustion.
In the nation’s midsection, we found religion, cattle, homelessness, and homophobia.
A month on the road reveals a nation far more humane than its politics.
With Trump, it’s night in America. But that’s only half the picture.
The damage is invisible at first, but it doesn’t take long for the leaves to wither, the trunks to weaken, the once-vibrant branches to morph into...