I chanced upon a challenging little
trumpet blast today, as we used to
call such things in the era of Mil-
ton, from the chaired head of my
college's African-American studies
program, on why he can't be expect-
ed to vote for Mrs Clinton. It was
in Time magazine, but you can prob-
ably dig it out; and it boiled down
to his sense that she just wouldn't
do much for persons of blackness or
brownness. How one does know how he
feels, being of blueness, oneself.
A man who can govern himself by his
preference in hue, is a stylist to
be reckoned with.
It did gave one a fright, that she
sported blue for taking Mr Sanders
into the fold. But it was a pastel
kind of thing, not a shade to forge
a great bond or (as many intimated)
even to stir belief.
I go about in whiteness a great
deal, largely because there is
Yale. It is known, I think, what
color they flaunt? Without Yale,
I'd yield to no man in my belief,
our color preferences would in-
stantly be reconciled by acclam-
ation. I realise, one is supposed
to be serious in this deeply sac-
red matter, but I can only in-
sist, I am. Wall off New Haven,
Donald, and let us all swath our
conceits as our soul dictates.
One couldn't predict what it may
do for Mrs Clinton, but it's al-
ways worth a try.
As for ourselves, beguile us all
with masonry, Donald, to wall off
a hue that can say why we cry.
Baa-aa, baa-aa, baa-aa.
Dries van Noten
White for S/S 2016