David Brooks has written an eloquent, bruised elegy for a conservatism he once believed in—a conservatism that, in his telling, began with Burkean virtue and ended in MAGA nihilism. He mourns a country that no longer believes in the moral underpinnings of democracy, in the quiet dignity of public service, in the slow work of civic knitting. He describes a nation ravaged by the acid of Trumpism...
America After the Fire: A Liberal Response to David Brooks’ Lament
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