Dear Boy Scouts of America,
Yesterday, you made me grateful that my father is dead.
The son of immigrants, he was raised in a small village by a
single father after losing his mother and younger brothers to the Spanish flu.
He joined the Lone Scout program in the 1930s and therein began a life-long
love of Scouting.
As fate would have it, he returned from the bloody beaches of
World War II France minus his right arm. Nevertheless, he persisted.
He graduated from The Wharton School and The Ohio State University
School of Law, set up a small law practice, and served in the State Legislature
and as County Commissioner and County Court Judge.
In his spare time, he indulged his passion for the Boy Scouts of
America – camping, canoe trips, and 50 miles on the Appalachian Trail. Our
house was ever adorned with backpacks, footlockers, boots, tents, and miles of
olive drab uniforms. We ate endless dishes of ham and scalloped potatoes at
many a Court of Honor.
And there it is. Honor.
I will not elaborate on the various words used to describe Donald
Trump. But, rest assured, HONORABLE is not one of them. In my wildest
nightmares, I cannot imagine the pain and anguish his dishonorable and
disrespectful behavior at the 2017 National Scout Jamboree would have caused my
father.
To subject children to such rantings and pleas for blind loyalty
is far beyond intolerable.
If you have any love for God and Country, please respond to this
dishonor brought upon the Boy Scouts of America.
As for me, I will honor my Father.
"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the
seeds that you plant." Robert Louis Stevenson
Letter posted by permission - Indivisible Flagler Member
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