Every morning, my father sat down at our dining room table, a cup of coffee and a stash of Uneeda biscuits within close reach, to read the New York Times. It was his most observed ritual, but the meaning of his devotion was still a mystery to me. Weren’t the Daily Worker and other progressive [...]

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