The idea that is America

Photo by Win McNamee

America is not my country, so why do I feel like it is?

Why have I been so utterly, physically, absorbed in its political drama over the last week, even reduced to tears by it?

I hate it when foreigners comment on or criticize UK domestic affairs, even if I secretly agree with them.

And I’m white. The only experience of racism I’ve ever suffered was when I went into a…