The Issue That Will Not Go Away
Years ago, on a flight to Chicago to visit an old friend, I found myself seated next to a young woman wearing a t-shirt identifying herself as a proud member of the pro-choice generation. “How lucky for you,” I wanted to tell her, “your mother wasn’t a member.” But I said nothing, a moment of cowardice I now regret. Still, what good would it have done launching that particular warhead?