…bet you never thought you’d see that title, I bet. Florencia sent me a link to this bit from SNL, which is especially relevant in light of the section of the novel we read for yesterday, in which blackness seems to infect Christmas’s feet and grow, zombie-like, upwards.
Here the story is the same, if the mood is comic rather than tragic. If nothing else, the skit pulls back the veil that might make us thing that the citizens of Jefferson express ideas about race that are utterly foreign to 2020…


