THIS is a confession of sorts. Since the rise of Trump, I’ve been sneering along with the best of them about transnational global elites, and yet the truth is I was once one of them.
Born in New York, at the height of the ‘60s cultural revolution, to two journalists – a farmer’s daughter from the West Australian wheat belt and the son of a carpenter in small town New Zealand – I grew up in Tokyo via London, attended high school and university in Sydney, graduate school in Chicago, and worked in Boston via New York and Washington, DC.
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