Imagine that a privileged war enthusiast could one day feel compassion for the victims of his policies, could find a way to open his heart to those whose suffering he has caused. It is possible that some shattering personal event or even a tiny one, something his grand-daughter said, or an unprotected dream late at night could crack open his awareness.
lyndon johnson has a body bag on his green desk
george realizes compassion as he is drowning
sad ron, bewildered nancy
Bush In Iraq
Nixon In His Dotage
Harry Truman Considers Hiroshima
Harry, Lyndon, and me
j.edgar hoover in flowers