I'll Bet You Have A Lot Of Black Friends, Too

I think the New Republic's Leon Wieseltier should have thought twice about putting these post-election thoughts in his online diary. Next thing you know, he'll be waxing rhapsodic about fried chicken and watermelon:

I woke up the next morning still under the spell of solidarity and love. I decided to make the spell last. I gave away my tickets to a performance of some late Shostakovich quartets, because for once I was not interested in the despair. Instead I spent the day listening to the Ebonys and the Chi-Lites and the Isley Brothers. For lunch I went to Georgia Brown’s for fried green tomatoes.