The roll call on opening day of the Republican National Convention was sleepy. Low energy. And sad.

This American ritual, during which each state pledges its delegates to the winning candidate, was bereft of charm. It was technically stultifying. It was also devoid of Black people and sorely lacking in people of color. And it was a long way from exemplifying gender parity. In essence, it was White men in a room simplifying complex issues and repeatedly pledging their fealty to guns, fetuses and the importance of kneeling to pray and standing for the national anthem.

It was Trumpian politics as television. And it was dismal.