Love and Hate

I grew up in the 1940s learning to hate the Japanese. Today I watched the Dodgers beat the Mariners with an excellent Japanese fellow named Ohtani hitting another home run just after the singing of “God Bless America.” I cried. The juxtaposition of these events was too much for me. Over the years since my youth, I have had numerous Japanese friends. The irony of these things all happening at the same time in my heart made me cry. Today we have a President who hates America more than the Japanese did—and I find myself hating him even more. We were afraid that the Japanese might destroy us. Instead, we have now elected a person, twice, who has nearly brought us to ruin. This hateful, stupid ego-maniac is still at large, wreaking havoc in the world and at home. When will it stop? Who will stop him? I would if I thought I could. It’s like a bad dream that won’t end. Please God, help us!!