"Learn how to say 'I didn't vote for him," said my mother. The "him" in question, of course, is Bush; and of course nobody in our family, save perhaps my estranged uncle, voted for him. Sometimes I wonder if we are past the middle of a sea change (no pun intended, really) in American culture and politics, if we're already too far into a shift that's more of a tumble. I am ashamed to admit that before the hurricane hit, I thought, "Well, they'll evacuate the cities and then clean everything up, and everything will be fine." But I was terribly wrong, obviously, and I am again ashamed of our government's lack of care for the poorest of our society. It's not that I'm shocked, exactly. I'm just deeply saddened. And angry.
My grandfather immigrated to this country with very little to his name, and because of the kindness of fellow immigrants and of public programs meant to help people like him, he did very well for himself. He always said that America was the best country in the world. I've missed him terribly since he died a few years ago, but sometimes I'm glad that he's not alive to witness his idealism crumble.
My grandfather immigrated to this country with very little to his name, and because of the kindness of fellow immigrants and of public programs meant to help people like him, he did very well for himself. He always said that America was the best country in the world. I've missed him terribly since he died a few years ago, but sometimes I'm glad that he's not alive to witness his idealism crumble.
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