Wisconsin: The incubator for America’s tribal politics

It is a hot August morning and Evers is making his rounds on opening day at the Wisconsin State Fair in Milwaukee. He is dressed in jeans, a black polo shirt and, because Wisconsin calls itself “America’s Dairyland,” a white cap with black splotches that are meant to suggest the side of a milk cow. Accompanied by his wife, Kathy, and a few aides, Evers, 69, attracts little attention as he moves around the fairgrounds. Nor does he try to draw attention to himself. As he walks through a livestock pavilion, a man looks over and says, “Is that the governor?”