Dear Editor: Jimmy Terrell’s Jan. 30 column fired a full load of pellets that struck all the targets, hit all the hot buttons, poked at the sore spots and picked off the scabs. It was a typical Republican rant of the day, repeated by ever so many “Ever-Trumpers,” the ones that line up to lick the boots of their carrot-topped caudillo at every rowdy-boy racetrack red-cap rally.
Terrell’s label of Democratic goals as a dangled carrot trick on a workaday mule better describes Trump’s promised, but unreachable, reconquest of power from the voices of the 99 percent. That mythic, masculine memory of a long-time past moves further out the stick where those carrots swing, the further society’s cart rolls down the rocky road, to the open plains of inclusion, toward the verdant, level fields of fair play.
Jimmy’s dangling Democrat carrots are just high-hanging bunches of sour grapes. The beneficial fruits of progressive public action are well within reach, but the keepers of the vineyard have got to kick away their lobbyist-laden leg-irons that leaden every step and shorten every stride. They have to push away the underbrush and clear the path of stumps, before swinging wide the creaky gates that lead into the garden, where equality abides and where justice waits.