I thought the spirits of my parents might have some advice about how to get rid of the regime. They were of the generation that experienced WWII. I can see them reaching for the right analogies, and then stopping short. It’s different this time. We don’t have a strong ally to look to in getting us out of this mess. The mess is homegrown this time and it is challenging to build a movement when the opposition is vaguely dispersed in your midst. Of the four MAGA families I was aware of in this town (and there may be more that I haven’t met) one of them still displays an election sign from last November. How tacky, I know. At least we know they can’t be counted on. Another family moved away. Have the other two had a quiet change of heart? I may never know.
Yes, I see why my ancestors are silent. None of them has experienced a civil war, or a coup. They also lived in times of more honest journalism. They had a government that they knew was doing the right thing and could rally behind it. We have to rally against it.
It is time to meet some other voices, those of the resistance movements, those who overthrew fascism from within, and those who experienced civil wars from the side of justice.
Ah, my father does have some relevant wisdom. He worshipped good journalism. We need honest journalism, although we cannot guarantee it will be heard or believed. People have been lied to for so long that they believe in lies and doubt truths. It’s OK to seek the truth from without, from trusted sources.
Tales from the jolly bungalow 