In an article about post-Katrina experimental farms in today's Times, all the slavery echoes that Spike Lee brought out in "When the Levee Breaks" (the buses and planes scattering families across the country in the wake of the storm, taking them places they had never been, where they knew no one) have finally reached their only logical conclusion. You gotta love how pomo it all is, how aware of it the people interviewed are. I'm kind of speechless.
What's really troubling, of course, is the glaze of optimism that coats this article, as though this "experimental farm" were a way to solve things and not just another bandage over that most persistent, profound, and unmentionable of American problems.
(Goddamn me and my penchant for overstatement!)