Hey Rebecca. I wish I could agree; I really do. But I feel like love and compassion are so far from the roots of this country that they almost don’t belong in the sentence. Our spoliation of the earth, our colonial foreign policy we like to treat as benign, the 400 years of oppression of minorities; the near extinction of the people who lived here before white Europeans came...there is much to answer for. It is not repaired by the rapacious treatment of the land and labor to make all that money, now distributed in a punishing lop-sided way
Abby, I appreciate the sentiment, and can hardly disagree. Once a year, always on the Fourth, I try to post an optimistic blog. I've had a few people in our little village express your concerns. Doing my best,
Hope is the thing with feathers.
Hey Rebecca. I wish I could agree; I really do. But I feel like love and compassion are so far from the roots of this country that they almost don’t belong in the sentence. Our spoliation of the earth, our colonial foreign policy we like to treat as benign, the 400 years of oppression of minorities; the near extinction of the people who lived here before white Europeans came...there is much to answer for. It is not repaired by the rapacious treatment of the land and labor to make all that money, now distributed in a punishing lop-sided way
Abby, I appreciate the sentiment, and can hardly disagree. Once a year, always on the Fourth, I try to post an optimistic blog. I've had a few people in our little village express your concerns. Doing my best,
Rebecca
Understood. I no longer have the heart.