An Illness in America: A Meditation on Immigration
Sickness is a dangerous Indulgence at my time of life.
- Jane Austen
I fell ill late at night on the day of the 2017 Women’s March in Washington, D.C.
There had been no admonitory signs. No preludial symptoms. Just a mammoth stomach disorder shortly after midnight. Two, three, four recurrences during the predawn hours. Incommodious and humiliating but not alarming. Montezuma’s revenge, I…