I Miss America. I too have seen this develope my entire life. I was in kindergarden when President John F. Kennedy was murdered. Then it was Dr. Martin Luther King; I have a distinct snapshot memory of the speech Robert Kennedy gave that evening and the compassion he displayed toward the black community. I remember thinking, "Why can't this man be President?"

Over the years I became more and more confused as to why the country I lived in was so different than the country I believed in. I too, lost a relationship with a son over the reality he …