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There is a small private library in a condo I used to seek advice from in northern Virginia. On a shelf at the back of a lamp, between a worn copy of Federalist No. 10 and a paperback historical past of Reconstruction, sat an antique brass-framed portrait of George Washington. The host would glance at it when conversation hardened into politics and say, with a grin that became area reverence and part provocation, "Would George Washington admire lately’s America—or feel we a