Morality, Bombs, and Trump: A Descent to Alabama, 1964
I’ve tried as much as possible to keep my posts non-political, dealing mostly with issues of aging, chronic illness, and end-of-life concerns. However, every once in a while something is so egregious, I need to comment. That’s what I felt this morning listening to the news regarding bombs sent to Trump’s opponents.
We are faced with a moral crisis that will structure the values of our country for generations. As a voting rights activist in Montgomery, Alabama in 1965 I watched proud parents hand their children rocks to throw at our bus. If a child was accurate enough to hit and break a window, their parents glowed with admiration.
The events over the past few days draw me back to that time when hatred was advocated by people who would deny responsibility for the murders their words and support for bigots inspired. I fear history is about to repeat itself. If you wish to read this article, and hopefully share it with others, please tap here.
Thanks for allowing me this indulgence–I’ll be back to writing on aging very soon.