In Reality, the Dream was Unattainable: It was the Beginning of a Nightmare
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Op-ed by TheWiseOldFart I was one of millions of America’s children who was privileged to have grown up in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Our fathers, uncles, and in some situations mothers and aunts had defeated the fascist mob attempting to recreate the world in their vile and hate-filled image. I loved school. First grade was spent at St. Mark’s Elementary School in Venice, California. For the next seven years I attended St. Gerard Majella Elementary School in West Los Angeles. Across the nation patriotism was the primary emotion. Beginning in second grade we studied the origin of the United States of America. Washington, Franklin, Jefferson, and the rest were heroes because their dream created America, and because their lofty ideals were pure. Our country was envied by people all over the world. We learned about two world wars and how our fathers and grandfathers were eager to fight for their country and for citizens of other nations who were under siege by military forces controlled by me...