On a cold day in April 155 years ago, a Union Army general sought to cheer his defeated Confederate counterpart. With the war over, he said, “Brave men may become good friends.”
“You are mistaken, sir,” the other man said. “There is a rancor in our hearts which you little dream of. We hate you, sir.”
Maybe it began then, in the resentment of those beaten men, their bitterness toward a government that had, for the first time (but not the last), forced upon them a change they did not want.
Maybe it was first planted there, in the soil of Appomattox, this bizarre idea that America’s government is America’s enemy.