New Tears From Old Wounds

My heart cried the same old tears it cried in the 60s when I heard what was being said in Washington this week. The tears were new, but they came from the same old wounds. The stories are the same based on hatred of unknown hatred.
While this Health Care bickering has blasted the polorization wide open, it sounds like the racism of the 1960s. There was Rep. John Lewis, a strong and proud veteran of the marches in the south at the side of Martin Luther King Jr, being called a n......... just has he was in MIssissippi and Alabama in 1965. Others with him were being called names to denegrate them and they were being spat on. And worst of all, members of the Congress of The United States stood on the balcony overlooking this scene with signs to help promote the unruly behavior.
What have we come to? Where are our manners? Who are our leaders? Why do we hate this much?
I wept as I comtemplated that scene. It would not have mattered if it were Republicans or Democrats who were booing and spitting or Republicans or Democrats who were being booed or spat upon. We have become an unruly mob! A group of mindless boobs who shift and sway in the wind of whichever fool has the loudest megaphone. A herd of donkeys braying under the whip of the loud and foul mouthed herders who crack their vocal whips of hate and bigotry and guide us in the direction they choose for us to go.
I weep! I weep at your actions and words. I weep for your children who are watching your example. I weep for your country that will never be healed because of such rancor and disgust. And I weep for your everlasting souls that will never find peace in such mean spirited places.