Over the holiday weekend, my wife and I had occasion to take the commuter rail out to Dedham to a family gathering in memory of loved ones who have left us. As we walked the mile to my cousin’s place—through middle-class suburban streets nearly bereft of foot traffic (and, in some places, sidewalks)—I looked at the many houses we passed. And thought about the fact that, despite their generally tidy exteriors and the lush greenery all around them, we were walking through a “news desert” in formation.
AS THE GLOBE BURNS: NEWSPAPER ALREADY CUT OFF FROM COMMUNITY MAKES DEEPER CUTS
From its paywall to the role of its editorial page as a sounding pad for moneyed neoliberal notions about charter schools and innovation, the grey lady ain’t speakin’ the language of real people.