I have spent my life watching how quickly the border becomes less about people living there and more about lines drawn by men in suits who need a photograph at the fence.
There are certain kinds of American rituals—the ones that feel ancient, necessary, almost sacred—that operate entirely outside the visible light of law.
The American political class has a habit of mistaking ritual for resilience. This week’s White House Correspondents' Dinner—rescheduled to the Waldorf Astoria a…