Injustice must be faced head-on

The alarm sounded. It was 1975. We knew the drill. Pull out our chairs and crouch under the little wood-topped metal desks with our hands wrapped over our heads—then wait. We didn’t understand the context, only that the Soviets were bad and wanted us dead. I had seen the black-and-white video footage of the ways “the bomb” decimated Hiroshima. Why, I wondered, did we want to die in such a position?

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