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And I remember thinking, ‘This is how I feel, too.’ ” More than a year after that funereal morning in Mount Airy, the neighborhood has a bit of a feel of an occupied territory.
Behind ancient stone walls, on the narrow, sloping yards, stand the signs of resistance at home after home: “Impeach Trump,” or “Black Lives Matter/Philly Children’s March,” with more than a smattering of “Hillary” yard signs that owners refuse to take down, and one that declares: “In This House, We Believe: Black Lives Matter/Women’s Rights Are Human Rights/No Human Is Illegal/Science Is Real/Love Is Love/No Matter Your Faith Or Ability/Kindness Is Everything.” Welcome to the throbbing heart of Anti-Trump Country, a land where — if you believe in polls — the majority of Americans reside, and yet a place that the mainstream media seem determined to ignore.
Since 2005, he’s written the uber-opinionated, fair-but-dangerously unbalanced opinion blog "Attytood," covering a range of topics (but mostly politics and the media these days); it’s been named best blog in the state by the Associated Press Managing Editors and best blog in the city by Philadelphia Magazine.
He’s also authored three full-length books and three Amazon Kindle Single e-books, including 2015’s The Bern Identity: A Search for Bernie Sanders and the New American Dream.
D ghetto.” More than the numbers, though, I wanted to see a place where, in the words of one Nobel laureate, there was “music in the cafés at night/And revolution in the air.” Or revolution on the front lawn, like that of Claudia Raab, a 67-year-old textiles artist who sports both “Impeach Trump” and “No Trump Zone” signs in her yard, a short walk downhill from Weavers Way.
One of the more ethnically diverse neighborhoods in the city, Mount Airy and Germantown are also well-educated spots, described once as “a Ph.9, 2016 — just hours after Donald Trump was elected the 45th president of the United States.“Usually there’s a buzz — you can hear people chatting, the bulk canisters flowing with what people are buying — and the cashiers are all chipper and friendly,” said Barbato, standing outside the food co-op in the January chill. But I remember coming into the store and thinking, ‘Oh my gosh, it’s so eerie, so quiet.’ It did feel as if something had died.“There were a lot of girls at my university,” she says. Shilpa Raj is not a Bollywood name, though she has starred in a documentary. But she has written a frank soulful book that can contribute to important discussions about the human costs of a disrupted childhood, however well-intentioned, based on her own extraordinary story.