Robert Azzi: I was once you: Today, I’m the Other
Published: 3/7/2021 11:00:15 AM
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Confederate flag flown from the back of a pickup truck. The last time it happened I managed to drive up alongside the F-150 – we were on a multi-lane state highway – long enough to see the driver had a young boy with him. I’m assuming it was his son.
His presence moved me more than the flag offended me – that the boy was learning such hate from his father appeared to be nearly intolerable abuse.
A generational abuse that persists to this day in far too many spaces – public and private – abuse perpetrated by Americans who feel that, as Isabel Wilkerson wrote in