During the Vietnam war, we were often urged to love it or leave it. If you didn’t have a flag pin in your lapel, if you had long hair, were a university student or graduate, or were suspected of voting for Democrats, you might be called a communist and told to move to the Soviet Union. I had hoped those days were gone.
I remember my boss at the time saying, while looking at me, that if any antiwar protester lay down in front of his car, he wouldn’t stop. I remember two women in the Northern Plains who were not long ago harassed for speaking Spanish at an interstate rest area.
I remember that my Grandparents were immigrants, that my spouse is a naturalized citizen. Few of us are native Americans.
Now President Trump has resurrected “love it or leave it;” shame on him.