Though my shoulder muscles no longer automatically lock in panic every time I hear an ambulance siren, I'm not over 9-11 yet, and I doubt that most other New Yorkers are. Aside from the Dubya Empire's hideous slow poisoning of our political life—as I write this the Justice Department is playing some demented game with the trial of Zacharias Moussaoui—every day brings a new reminder on the streets, in conversation, in the news. The theater itself—like any public gathering place—has become a target, albeit one with a low risk level; the idea of American culture held by Islamo-fascists (whom I do not confuse with believing Muslims) isn't so far from the one held by our own Christian corporate fascists, to whom the art is meaningless except as another set of products to be mass-manufactured and mass-marketed. (The rumors that Mullah Omar is secretly the head of Clear Channel are, however,... More >>>