A Poem By Bud Light (Editor’s note: Light wrote this poem in 1976 to commemorate America’s Bicentennial.)
Freedom can be an elusive things;
These days it takes on a hollow ring.
Ask my fried, Jacob. He’s 75.
He’s just glad, he says, to be alive.
Ask HIM about freedom. He ought to know.
He survived the camps. His voice is low.
“When police took my friends…I would not see. And then…one night …they came for me.”
Copyright 1976
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Editor: On protecting our freedom this 4th of July 2016. We as citizens must be forever vigilant.
“As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all must be most aware of change in the air – however slight – lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.”
― William O. Douglas, The Douglas letters: Selections from the private papers of Justice William O. Douglas