At the end of World War II, when I was in school in Germany, I received a chocolate bar through the Marshall Plan. It was a Hershey bar with almonds. It tasted so good. Afterwards I asked my mother, “Why do they first bomb the hell out of us and then give us chocolate bars?”
The house I grew up in was hit, causing only minor damage, but the apartment building where my grandmother lived was totally leveled.
Now I see the U.S. government drop crates of food into Gaza with one hand and weapons of destruction with the other.
What shameful madness. Stop funding the killing.
Ursula Slavick
Portland
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