I remember the protests of the 60’s and 70’s. I saw them on TV. I saw anti war protesters tear gassed and killed for decrying a world where war and nuclear proliferation were very real threats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Today there are people protesting the things that I value. Cultural diversity, acceptance and appreciation of our differences. All this against a backdrop of a fascist regime threatening nuclear violence and empowering the very worst our country has to offer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am at a loss. This is not my country. These are not my people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Today, in my culturally diverse neighborhood in Chicago, there is a block party. I sit in my house listening to children playing. Multiple languages. Laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hope they don’t see this. I pray, to whatever god might be out there, that these children never know what is happening right now.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There are people in Charlottesville. Carrying guns and chanting horrific slogans. Reviving the things we, as a country, reviled some seventy years ago enough to go to war in an attempt to wipe it from the face of the earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
United in their hatred of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Right now I sit in my apartment choking back the lump in my throat. Later, I will go out and sit with my neighbors, and love being with them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I remember the protests of the 60’s and 70’s. I saw them on TV. I saw anti war protesters tear<\/p>\n