Someone in my neighborhood chalked up the sidewalk in solidarity with the Verizon strike. I’m not sure why. There isn’t a lot of foot traffic. You have to stop and look carefully before you realize what it’s all about. Yet it obviously took a lot of work. Maybe chalking in solidarity with the labor movement is like writing fiction. You say what you think needs to be said, put it out in the world, and hope someone wanders by and reads it. In any event, The New Yorker would probably tell us both to check our white privilege.