The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid “dens of crime” that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed, and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voice.
Full disclosure: I’m starting to write this article with Twisted Sister’s “We’re Not Gonna’ Take It” blaring through my earbuds. “We’ll fight the powers that be” indeed.
I did not watch the inauguration of the 45th POTUS.
Life can put one’s emotions into a pressure cooker. Nothing does this more than family challenges. My tight-knit family is dealing with the combination of a funeral and wedding within a month of each other.
