The Texas Way
Texas is where I was born, but I haven’t lived in the state for over twenty years. My Mom, Dad, Grandmother and many friends still do. Each time I visit, I see more right-wing propaganda than I remember as a child. I don’t know how to take all of it. The streets are paved with billboards advertising lies, to people in their cars, listening to right wing radio shows. Yet there is a church on every corner and everyone says hello to each other, they wave when you pass them on small backwoods highways. It is as if being on the roads of Texas, means you are all in agreement.