Ellen Brown
Well-Known Member
It was 1966 and I was in full dress uniform, changing planes in Seattle to take a flight to Anchorage. I was coming off the plane from Atlanta and some young people walked up to me and called me a baby killer. One of them spat on me. Oddly, it didn't upset me at the time. I knew I wasn't one, had never been in Vietnam.
More than 50 years later, when I think of it, I just feel numb, oddly emotionless.
I haven't thought of that more than 2 or 3 times since it happened. Sometimes our memories protect us?
More than 50 years later, when I think of it, I just feel numb, oddly emotionless.
I haven't thought of that more than 2 or 3 times since it happened. Sometimes our memories protect us?