Foucault in the seat of power

For years I couldn’t find this artifact because it turned out to have migrated to another stratum: my wife’s office. It has surfaced there now, however, so

to the memory of Michel Foucault, look, fill, and drink.

It was a present from an ex-student who was then working as a Senate aide: a young woman, Asian-American like many students at my university. And it came with an anecdote attached.

Every time my student was on the Senate floor, she told me, liberal cynosure Edward Kennedy would stop whatever he was doing, freeze, and stare.

Yes, Kennedy died many years ago, and he was alive then.

No, the Trump era is neither unique nor new.