As you can see, I have an active imagination.
How would history judge us, though, if we used military jets against our own people, flying low and fast over crowds of civilian protesters in order to confuse and disperse them?
In past years I marked Pearl Harbor day with social media and blog posts of my own. I didn’t feel like it this time around. What else is there to say that I haven’t already? It’s not my generation’s memory, or yours for that matter.
You never see men smoking pipes in public, and would probably think about calling the police if you did.
Is it possible, as alarmists have claimed all along, that the Electoral College installed a straight-up Russian agent in the White House? A literal traitor? Can polite people start saying it out loud?
I’ve always believed racism is baked into human nature. I also believe we can, if we choose to, control it.
I wrote this post five years ago and am moving it back to the top of the blog for Memorial Day.
I realize now that survivors of horrors are all around us, not just older people but young people too, with stories that will help the rest of us put our lives in perspective, if only we ask them to share those stories with us.