I am eighty-four years old.
I have been fighting the good fight, one way or another, for seventy
years, ever since I went to Yankee Stadium to hear Pete Seeger sing at a Henry
Wallace rally in 1948 and ended up, across the river, watching Rex Barney pitch
a no-hitter against the Giants. I ought
to be able to relax, organize my files, watch old movies, and leave the
fighting to my sons and, one day, to my grandchildren. And then I read this story of border guards
separating children from their parents and I think, “Maybe one more fight.” It is not as though separating children from
their parents is anything new in America.
For the first seventy-eight years of the United States, it was standard
operating procedure. It was called the
Slave Market. There is not a single
obscenity, foreign or domestic, now practiced by the U. S, government that is
not as American as apple pie. But when I
was younger, I had hope. Now, in my dotage,
I think I am just too mean and stubborn to let it go. So come Tuesday, when Memorial Day is behind
us, I will call my senators and my Representative, and tell some hapless staffer
that I protest. Will they care? Of course not.
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Good for you. I shall do the same.
I saw a Chris Hayes segment on the issue that was very good and today I saw a tweet that showed a photo of what
appeared to be very small handcuffs. They were made for the children of Native Americans who were separated
from their parents.
Echoes of the holocaust. As you point out, there is nothing new here. Probably just as egregious is how all of this
remains hidden.
"Will they care? Of course not."
Well, they will at least log the call, I would think, so from that standpoint worth doing.
Cheers to the good fight! At least it will keep someone in their office from doing something else for some minutes. And I wasn't going to call, but now I think I will.
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