I hear the voices of my country here. And I come close to weeping. At the age of 59 I remember the Pettus Bridge. In fact my uncle got his head cracked there with so many others. I watched San Ervin and Daniel Innoye conduct the Watergate hearings. And I remember Barbara Jordan’s voice. I remember Ted Koppel and his relentless count of days that our people were held in Iran. And the subsequent Iran-Contra affair. I watched as one Bush liberated Kuwait and another Bush destroyed Iraq.
Through it all? We never arrived at the point of rancor and outright hostility that we are now. Not when the fire hoses sprayed in Birmingham. Nor the batons cracked heads in Chicago.
I don’t know where we’re headed. But it’s not good.
Your piece is well written. Outstanding in fact. And while I agree with it? I welcome respectful disagreement and debate. In the hopes that we can defend what has been bequeathed to us by so many who have sacrificed so much.