In my previous column for The Catholic Thing, I took to task the editors of our hymnals for permitting the sloppy and the stupid to build for themselves a permanent liturgical establishment. In that article I glanced at the young lady who embarrassed herself – for anyone with ears to hear, who knows anything about political thought and English literature – when she recited a dreadful bit of sloganeering doggerel at the inauguration of Mr. Biden.
I received many a good slap on the back for the article, but also some criticism, which took three forms:
– I was called a racist, though I had not referred to the race of the poet, nor did it have the slightest thing to do with what I said. …