“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.” The words are from Kurt Vonnegut, the art is that of a tagger on a hidden wall in Boulder, the city I used to live in. It aptly conveys the anxious end of an idyllic – though illusory – season in the lives of the white elite, including mine. This photo I took of it fits what I’m about to say. We in the West are facing something unlike most any of us under... Read more