Digested week: an hour out of New York and we’re suddenly in Trumpland | Emma Brockes

New Yorkers expect faded Trump signs in Long Beach but not the eye-popping sight of Confederate flags

We take a train an hour east of New York to Long Beach, a beautiful stretch of sand bordered by industry. On the horizon, an endless line of cargo ships waiting to dock in the city; directly above, planes beginning their final descent into JFK.