Lou Tousignant, from Minnesota, lost his father Clifford Tousignant (age 78), a Korean War veteran who was awarded three Purple Hearts during his service. This son didn’t want to talk about the pain his father went through; instead he told us who his father was and what he meant to him. After sharing a few stories, he said the hardest part was how his own young son wouldn’t be able to know his grandfather, that he was deprived of that special relationship.
So many thoughts ran through my head as I watched these victims bravely share their deepest emotional wounds, in the hope others would not have to suffer a similar fate. Several of them were obviously patriotic and seemed betrayed by their country, which in a way they were.
Of course, they didn’t have to fly to Washington DC from all over the nation (some had done so numerous times before), they didn’t have to publicly relive such horrific experiences of watching a loved one suffer. I doubt they wanted to.
Yet they did. Why?
Because they want to see justice done. Just like the victims of a drunk driver or other obvious crime want the perpetrator to be held accountable. They are rightly frustrated that it has been two years and still no action. I got the sense they would not give up.
It also struck me how crazy it is that we have gotten to the point in our very broken food system where the innocent act of eating peanuts (or peanut butter or peanut-flavored granola bars) can make you sick or even kill you. How can this be? It seems more mind boggling than getting sick from eating a hamburger, which shouldn’t happen either of course, but somehow makes more sense. Perhaps because peanut butter is something I associate with childhood, which is also innocent. It’s just insanity.
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