Images of small children in cages, crying for their parents, have flooded my email and social media. I’m saddened and enraged as a human being, and as a US citizen I’m appalled by what the government is doing in all of our names. As the granddaughter of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg, and the daughter of their younger son, Robert Meeropol, I also have a unique and deeply personal reaction to seeing children separated from parents.
Most of you probably know about D.W. Griffith’s horrible 1915 film, The Birth of a Nation. It glorified the Ku Klux Klan. President Woodrow Wilson, a virulent racist, showed it in the White House.
As I wrote in my first guest blog last week, I’m filling in for my dad, Robert Meeropol, while he’s on an anti-death penalty trip to Asia. I expected that this would be a relatively quiet time at the RFC office. We’re past the rush of the 20th anniversary events in NYC and the commemoration of the June 19th anniversary of the execution. My colleague Amber and I planned to take a few vacation days while covering the office during my father’s absence.