Magical Negroes, Eclipses, and the Collapse of Zionism
Magical Negroes, Eclipses, and the Collapse of Zionism Trying to keep it real DONALD JEFFRIES Last week, we had a total eclipse of the sun. For some reason, human beings always get excited about an event they’ve probably experienced at least a handful of times in their life. But then again, people at least in my neck of the woods, still become spellbound when the snow starts to fall. Maybe it’s a form of childish innocence. Here in the D.C. swamp suburbs, nothing much happened on the day of the eclipse. Well, actually nothing at all happened. It didn’t really even get overcast. My extremely sensitive and high strung golden retriever Riley didn’t seem to sense anything out of the ordinary. We took one of our countless walks outside during the eclipse, and she wasn’t distracted from sniffing various spots of ground, rolling playfully in the grass, or acting as if every person walking, most of them with their own dog in tow, was holding a big check from Publisher’s Clearing House. I nev