The LuLac Edition #5, 563, February 4th, 2026

 

WRITE ON WEDNESDAY

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This week we are going to feature a letter from a local man who’s story is not unique. As a matter of fact, it mirrors almost the entire population of Northeastern Pennsylvania. The true minority here are the Sons and Daughters of the American Revolution. Every body else is an immigrant.

The issue I feel is that the sons and daughters of first generation parents did not know the slurs and obstacles their grand parents faced. Having been born on third base and thinking they hit a home run, they play into the fears stoked by bigots and people with the attitude “I got mine, now you can’t have yours unless you look like me!” aving bwwm H

The letter writer makes a very good point. The ignorant are united in the hatred and division stoked by one man. The rest of us know that this country in totality can be selfish and violent. But as the writer indicates, do not confuse our concern for the direction of this country as unpatriotic behavior.  It is a growing concern that needs to be called out.

 

 

A “FRANK” LETTER

TO THE EDITOR

I am an American. I was born in this country. Both my parents were born in this country. I cannot say the same for my grandparents. It’s a familiar immigrant story. An American tale. I am living the American dream.

It is the only country I have ever known. I suppose that I can say that I love my country, although that is not the way I usually speak or think about my nation. I mostly take America for granted. I never served in the military, but then again, neither did my president, so I suppose I’m still ok.

I do not support violence. I do not support illegal activity. I agree with those who say that our government is inefficient, that our national debt is a real problem, that healthcare is too expensive, and that we have an immigration problem. I believe that the United States of America was founded on great ideals by men and women who were not perfect, and so it is incumbent upon me to continue to strive for a more perfect Union.

I can believe in all of those ideas and say that I no longer trust my government. I am brought to my knees when I see masked military roam American cities arresting gardeners, warehouse workers, beauticians, waiters and children. I am brought to tears when I see masked thugs shoot civilians and my government reflexively calls those lying dead terrorists.

We (I think) can agree on our nation’s problems. What we seem unable to agree upon are solutions and the appropriate tactics to employ in order to fix those problems. When did we become a nation that condoned the tactics employed by ICE? When did protesting and blowing a referee’s whistle become cause for being shot? When did running from a policeman become a death sentence?

I love my country but it is alienating me. It is pushing me away. It is forcing me to question its motives.

 

Alec Frank

Wilkes-Barre