Retreat from the heat that has Evanston in its grip, all day at home trying to teach, read, parent, work—but my entire mind is taken up with what’s happening outside, with what’s starting to feel like a general strike, an unignorable insurrection. The president is a symptom, an irritant, the face of an ancient fascism, the face of the white supremacy that preceded him and will still be here long after he’s gone—but confronted, more visible, the object of a national repentance, of an American Vergangenheitsbewältigung. We have to become what we will become. George Floyd. George Floyd. George Floyd.