Standing by

Resisting tyranny starts with resisting the allure of being a bystander

It was a gorgeous summer day yesterday as I drove my daughter to the airport. One kid was already at summer camp, this kid was heading out for a week to visit family, and I was looking forward to a day of quiet writing.

As we approached the airport, we noticed a couple dozen people holding protest signs. I hadn’t heard of any protest, so I strained to r…