Global Gladiators at Flushing Meadows: The US Open as Accidental Diplomacy
Flushing Meadows, Queens—where the Long Island Expressway coughs up its commuters and the aroma of fried dough collides with jet exhaust—has once again become the planet’s most ostentatious tennis court. For two weeks every late summer, the US Open transforms a former ash heap into a stage where geopolitics, corporate choreography, and fragile human tendons…