I try to stay optimistic that our institutions, our democracy and our American mixing-bowl experiment are all going to survive the current stress test they’re undergoing.
But lately I’ve been having serious doubts. The reason is because I am originally from Springfield, Ohio.
Yes, that Springfield – the one that’s suddenly been slandered as the “pet-eating city.”
It’s surreal to see places where you grew up, like the college where your dad taught for decades, getting evacuated by bomb threats that were triggered out of nothing other than repeated fabrications from a leading presidential candidate.
At first, I reacted with bemused disbelief. As in: Did Donald Trump really just accuse my former hometown of eating household pets? It seemed too ridiculous to take seriously.
