The Radicalization of a Small American Town
The change has occurred so slowly that at times I hardly noticed it.
By
Brian Groh
LAWRENCEBURG, Ind. For 20 years, off and on, Ive lived in this small, blue-collar town about 30 minutes west of Cincinnati. My grandparents, immigrants from Germany, bought my old farmhouse, on 15 acres, during World War II. Ive always felt that this town embodies much of what I love about the Midwest: friendliness, a lack of pretension and a prevailing sense of decency among neighbors.
A few weeks ago, I met up with a good friend, an 84-year-old retiree named Frank, who lives nearby. He told me that hed put up a Biden-Harris lawn sign, and within 36 hours it had been stolen. In response, his girlfriend taped another sign to the inside of their ranch homes front window. Frank immediately took it down. The chair I like to sit in is right there, he explained. The next time they come, Im afraid it might be a brick, or a bullet. Just a few years ago, I would have said that Frank was overreacting. Now Im not so sure.
Over the past four years, my hometown has become radicalized. This is a loaded word, but its the only way to describe it.
As recently as 2008, I saw Bill Clinton speak at our community center, where the crowd was so large that people had to listen to him from loudspeakers in a nearby firehouse. The mood was electric. People are broke at the end of every month, he said. This has to change. He promised that with Democratic leadership, it would. An aggressive new energy policy would bring jobs, with higher incomes.
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