I’ve been thinking lately about a story my mother told me about when she was young and worked in a bank. She said President Roosevelt was coming to town and there was going to be a downtown parade.
She said the bank bosses sternly warned the employees not to attend, and made it clear it would be frowned upon. But of course, she went anyway and was still excited about it, some six decades later.
The rich and powerful of this country have never gotten over their hatred of FDR and his New Deal policies. They fight tooth and nail about anything remotely resembling FDR’s philosophy that the poorest and weakest among us deserve our help – even when there’s not much of a resemblance.
What a great man FDR must have been, that he haunts them even today.