A Quick Coda to those Milan Boos
Back in the late 90s, I was a fish out of water in Wharton’s MBA program: as an undergrad, I’d studied literature not economics. I’d worked not in investment banking but in the wordy world of crisis communications. I had not yet met the wonders of Excel.
So, decades later, when I learned that a significant number of my Wharton classmates supported Trump, I was not all that surprised. I was used to the reality that we had been shaped by profoundly different forces. What did surprise me—because as recently as a year ago, I was still trying to engage—was how spectacularly I failed to change anyminds, even when I switched from moral appeals to practical appeals:
On this rainy Saturday morning, as every Olympics clip I play leads to the booing of J.D. Vance, I’m so curious: What about now? Can you hear me now?
