Like a dog emerging from a muddy bayou, from college years on and all my life I worked hard to shake it,
and diligently to keep shed of it -- my Old South upbringing and pov -- and I have succeeded, I have gardenia well succeeded: there is not a racist wart on me or racist bone within me. But I find myself wondering what the Fed is up to and my politically incorrect wondering is filling me with self-doubt and self-loathing: I am not on a side, why this dis-ease?
Excessive shots fired? Agreed, or did the man keep coming, keep charging and the officer panic and keep shooting? IDK.
Growing up in an century when we watched strong central governments operate throughout Europe, South America, Africa and Asia, I never appreciated a single one of them. I will disappreciate one at home even more. But here it comes.