June 16, 2020 Waiting for the World to Change The evening after I had to board up the windows of my printing company on North Charles Street in downtown Baltimore City because of the potential for some protesters to chuck bricks through my twelve plate glass windows, I watched Martin Scorsese’s seminal movie, Raging Bull. While most viewers in its 40-year history apparently found the picture plaudit-worthy, I was in the minority, not enjoying it at all (other than seeing DeNiro pack on 65 pounds!). It was disturbing and sad and infuriating. Why didn’t LaMotta’s two put-upon wives leave him, or leave him earlier, once they discovered he was…
