At the time it wasn’t, because I was raised by two cucked right-wing nutjobs who took me to Reagan and Bush rallies where military planes would fly over and they’d play I’m Proud To Be An American and shit like that. I was an adult before I started to wake up out of that stupor. Ironically, it was how they raised me that started my journey. My parents raised me as a evangelical Christian, and it was the dichotomy between what the Bible said and what the politicians and preachers were saying that started me on the path to recovery.

I was around when it happened but I didn’t know it was sad until I went there a decade later and listened to stories from people who lived there. People were really good at describing how empty and fearful life felt for them when it fell. I had to stop and recalibrate.