Article by WorldNews.com Correspondent Dallas Darling. “The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that’s us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can’t start again. The bitterness we sold to the junk man-he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that’s us; and when the tractor hit the house, that’s us until we’re dead. To California or any place-every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day-the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they’ll walk together, and there’ll be a dead terror from it.”(1) -John Steinbeck, The…
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It Used to Be Called Bitterness