“The United States of America was great once,” she said, “and righteous too. We’re
going to make it great again.”
“Righteous,” I repeated back to her to be sure I understood.
“Oh yes. Righteous.” She grinned beneath her red MAGA cap.
“Righteous? Just like the prophet Isaiah said, right?” I pushed.
“Oh yes, brother. Amen. Just like the prophet said.”
“Well,” I said carefully. “If America was ever righteous… as Isaiah said… I’m not sure you’d want to put those bloody rags back on.”
She frowned beneath that red cap of hers. Ever hearing, never understanding. Seeing, but not perceiving. Let the wind blow it all away.
“Righteous,” I repeated back to her to be sure I understood.
“Oh yes. Righteous.” She grinned beneath her red MAGA cap.
“Righteous? Just like the prophet Isaiah said, right?” I pushed.
“Oh yes, brother. Amen. Just like the prophet said.”
“Well,” I said carefully. “If America was ever righteous… as Isaiah said… I’m not sure you’d want to put those bloody rags back on.”
She frowned beneath that red cap of hers. Ever hearing, never understanding. Seeing, but not perceiving. Let the wind blow it all away.
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