My Critics Might Be Right, But I May Run Anyway
It was Wednesday, Sept. 6, around midnight, and we were sitting at a regular table at Elaine’s, last one on the right before the alcove leading to the party room, kitchen and restrooms. My controversial friend, the often-dismissed and (by white people, at least) hugely underrated Reverend Al Sharpton, was sitting alongside me. I’m proud Read More