by I am in a grim and introspective mood this morning. I have been reflecting on how my father might react to where we are. He was one of those who fought against fascism. His life was shortened by being wounded during that fight. As a result, I never knew him as a healthy person. What, I wonder, would he make of America’s turn away from democracy and towards autocracy? What would he make of the pillaging of Ukraine’s resources as payment for so-called “aid” given by America in the past few years? What would he make of the sudden alliance between America and Russia? And what, most of all, would he make of the abandonment of the essence of the alliances forged back then and by people like him on the front lines? At the very least he would, I think, feel betrayed. Perplexed,
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I am in a grim and introspective mood this morning. I have been reflecting on how my father might react to where we are. He was one of those who fought against fascism. His life was shortened by being wounded during that fight. As a result, I never knew him as a healthy person. What, I wonder, would he make of America’s turn away from democracy and towards autocracy? What would he make of the pillaging of Ukraine’s resources as payment for so-called “aid” given by America in the past few years? What would he make of the sudden alliance between America and Russia? And what, most of all, would he make of the abandonment of the essence of the alliances forged back then and by people like him on the front lines? At the very least he would, I think, feel betrayed. Perplexed, dismayed, but above all betrayed …
The west is no more.
To pervert Flaubert:
In a corner of every nation lie the moldy remains of its past.
It is time for Europe to locate and reinvigorate those remains. The future of democracy depends upon it.
Meanwhile I imagine my father’s disgust. He paid a heavy price for defending something that is lost.
For now at least.