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A Very Sad Night
I am both anxious and sorrowful tonight as we wait for Trump’s next arraignment.
I know that a lot of my left-leaning friends and family are feeling gleeful tonight. And I get it. A lot of people, myself included, have always viewed Donald Trump as a corrupt, lying, self-serving tyrant. He is awful; we knew it before he was elected and we had it proven to us during his four years of occupying our White House.
So a lot of people are very happy tonight, looking forward to tomorrow’s spectacle of Trump’s second perp-walk.
But I’m not.
I am, in fact, incredibly sad.
I’m sad because I keep thinking about my Dad, who left us in 2008. My Dad, who willingly joined the US Army at the age of 18 because he believed it was his duty to defend his country against the horrors of Nazi Germany. The son of Italian immigrants who came to this country in the early 20th century to make a better, freer, more prosperous life for their children, my Dad believed with his whole heart that this was the greatest country on earth.
When I went to college in the 1970s and studied history, I began to question the motives and actions of the US government. Although Dad always supported my education and my curiosity, he was adamant about one thing: The US is the only…
