A nice thing about marriage is that I'm reminded to go to MOMA; on my own, I would overlook this museum. Only the fifth floor calls out to me--but it really, really calls. Loudly. (It's my spouse who schedules the MOMA trips.) The country seems so crazy. People are murdered for having loathsome opinions. Then others get confused; they think that the murder cancels out the fact that the victim held loathsome opinions. Still others tiptoe very close to a scary line--almost implying that a person *deserves* to be murdered for having loathsome opinions. In my neighborhood, people have "NO ICE" lawn signs--because there is a widespread, justified fear that various neighbors will be abducted by the government, thrown into vans, and deported. MOMA is helpful because it takes "the long view." Specifically, Jacob Lawrence's "Great Migration" series shows people trapped in an insane situation; then, the series shows people bravely *responding* to their...