November 12, 2016
Just found this letter Bertrand Russell wrote to my mother in 1950, telling her to cancel her proposed trip to visit him in England. (He was a longtime friend.) Appalled by the bomb, he was certain the next world war was about to begin.
Things turned out not to be as dire as he anticipated.
On this day, that gives me some consolation.
I’m giving myself the rest of the weekend to mourn. After that, it’s time to move on. We have a lot of work to do. We have to make sure the America we believe in, the America we fought so hard for, does not die.
Categorised in: Uncategorized