a retrospective on its loaded political context and the state of food in america one year later
the sunday before the 2024 presidential election, two friends and I canvassed for kamala harris in easton, pennsylvania, a quaint town in northampton county about 90 minutes from new york city. the coach bus picked us up outside zabar’s on the upper west side, which was indicative of the attendees we’d be spending the day with: sweet middle-aged new york jews ready to save democracy… or so we so naively thought…
