About 20 of so years ago when Maria and I first moved to the
East Village I was witness to one of the most desperate scenes: A man was on a
rooftop ledge seemingly on the verge of leaping seven stories into a maze of
fire escapes. The high school across the street set its teenagers free and
they, along with other onlookers, police officers, and fire fighters, gathered
in a flash mob. There was movement on the roof and I could see the first responders
trying to woo the man from the cliff. He teetered forward, backward, forward
again and the teenagers started yelling, “Jump! Jump! Jump!”
This is America’s political situation and it’s beyond a
suicide watch. As we wait for the next “Breaking News” and subsequent scandal,
we all seem poised to yell, “Jump!”
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