My grandmother was a diehard republican. According to my grandmother, there was never a bad republican nor a good democrat. She would invent stupid reasons for not voting for democrats – like refusing to vote for Michael Dukaksis because he was too short to be president.
When I was little, it was my grandmother’s mission to raise a good, republican granddaughter. One day, she showed me the front page of the newspaper, pointed to a photo of Eisenhower, and asked me who that was. “Krushchev!” said I. She gave up.
Only once did she agree with a democrat – Truman dropping nuclear bombs on innocent Japanese citizens.
Only once did she criticize a republican – she was furious that Bush I went to Hirohito’s funeral.
Even as a little kid, I knew dropping nuclear weapons on people was morally wrong. Mine is the first generation to grow up with The Bomb. I had nightmares about dropping hydrogen bombs and burning skeletons.
78 years ago today, the United States committed the despicable act of dripping an atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Rather than repent, we dropped another atomic bomb on Nagasaki. Rather than repent, we built more bombs and tested them above ground thereby poisoning land, water, animals and people.
Today is the 78th anniversary of our national shame.
Deb's Art 