I’m in Israel this week for a conference and some touring courtesy of the Israeli government. I’ve never been out of the country on its birthday and it’s interesting to me to see the international reaction to the US.
Reading about the Libby debacle, I was struck when I came across this feeditem about a man’s elderly neighbor moving back to Germany:
“I’m going back because I’ve seen this before.” He then commenced to explain that when he was a kid, he watched with his family in fear as Hitler’s government committed atrocity after atrocity, and no one was willing to say anything. He said the news refused to question the government, and the ones who did were not in the newspaper business much longer. He said good neighbors, people he had known all his life, turned against his family and other Jews, grabbing on to the hate and superiority “as if they were starved for it” (his words).
He said he was too old to see it happen right in front of his eyes again, and too old to do anything about it, so he was taking his family back to Europe on Thursday where they would be safe from George W. Bush and his neocons. He seemed resolute, but troubled, nonetheless, as if being too young on one end and too old on the other to fight what he saw happening was wearing on him.
Happy birthday America. I miss you. Even when I’m back home in LA, I miss you.