Nostalgia and racism: a false equivalency
Stephen H. Provost
I miss Woolworth, but I don’t miss segregated lunch counters. I miss the NFL in the ’70s, but I don’t miss the Washington Football Team’s old name. I miss the days when players played their entire careers for a single team, but I don’t miss the exploitive reserve clause the forced them to stay there. I miss the old suburban shopping malls, but I prefer the new, diverse suburbia. I miss the days when “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays” were genuine well wishes, not ammunition in some imaginary war.
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