I had been travelling with Kennedy through California's vineyards, along unsurfaced roads joined together by power lines sagging almost to porch level, and strewn with the wrecks of Detroit's fantasies. Here, Latino workers vomited from the effects of pesticide and the candidate promised them that he would "do something". I asked him what he would do. "In your speeches," I said, "it's the one thing that doesn't come through." He looked puzzled. "Well, it's based on a faith in this country... I want America to go back to what she was meant to be, a place where every man has a say in his destiny."Lovely prose, fine thoughts. But who wrote it? You might be surprised.
12 May 2007
The Dream That Was America
See if you can guess who wrote this:
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