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Death threats.

America has become a nation of death threats and vile expletives. School board members, elected officials and government employees routinely face the most disgusting death threats for nothing more than carrying out their official duties and responsibilities.

America is now a hate-driven nation with disagreements, slights, and real or imagined insults being resolved through violence—a warped violence fueled by racism, diverse ideologies, political differences, and forced social separation. Americans are divided between “us and them,” with most people not even knowing who us or them are.

Death threats are most often delivered anonymously. That’s because the individuals making them are most often a cowards.

Anonymity is cowardice.

But this reality offers little solace to be person being threatened—many of whom react in fear, suspicion, and dread. They conceal themselves in their homes venturing out only when necessary. They fear not only for themselves but for their love ones and friends.

In the meantime, the persons issuing the death threats remains hidden in their grimy little world of insignificance. They are blowhards, loud mouths, and cowards who flee at the first hint of risk or challenge.

For example: all the loud mouth insurrectionists being held in protective custody in the D.C. jail boasting and bragging about their feats would be another man’s bitch in general population of any regular prison. But with fake ox horns on their heads and Confederate flags wrapped around their asses and bullshit tattoos covering half their bodies while in the midst of like-minded idiots, they can easily threaten “hang Mike Pence” or “kill Nancy Pelosi.”

An Arizona Republican congressman recently posted a photoshopped anime video on his Twitter and Instagram accounts depicting him killing Democratic Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and attacking President Joe Biden. The Arizona congressman said it was part of his “put America first” agenda.

The reality is this: If captured by the enemy as his fellow Republican Senator John McCain was in Vietnam and subjected to torture, this  Arizona congressman would give up the name, rank and serial number of every man, woman and child in America just to save himself from a single slap upside the head. That would be his real “put America first” agenda.

There is no foreseeable end to the social and political madness currently gripping the soul of America. A once leisure trip to the grocery, hardware store, or a restaurant now carries a risk of confrontation; and a family drive on the Interstate can lead to the death of an innocent child because two enraged motherf..kers want to shoot it out with each other in a “road rage” incident.

The recent deadly Houston concert stampede mirrors the social fabric of this nation—people routinely breaking through barriers, pushing for the best position, and shoving to be first; brutish, violent attacks on airlines; and gun violence that leaves too many public streets and private homes stained with blood.

That is where we are, folks—the cowardice and insanity of the mob replacing the rule of law and social decency.

My wife and I watched the Showtime documentary “Attica” last night, and America today is a reflection of that prison yard under siege with an inevitable tragic end on the horizon.

If a border wall is necessary for this country, it is not to keep the hordes out but to keep the American madness confined.

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Sunset on Fire Island.

Besides being a great attorney, Richard C. Hand was a wonderful human being and a remarkable friend.

Rich died earlier this week. A piece of my heart passed with him.

In 1970, as a young civil rights attorney, Rich sat in front of my death row cell and asked, “Billy how in the world did you get in this mess.”

Together, we won the first ever prisoners rights lawsuit for death row inmates. It would change the way condemned inmates would be treated across the country.

For the next 35 years, Rich represented me before Louisiana pardon boards, parole boards, court hearings, and administrative proceedings. He was always there when Jodie and I needed more than an attorney—when we needed a friend to guide us through the hardship of despair and hopelessness.

He once told me after a failed parole hearing, “Wait till you see the sunset on Fire Island.”

Rich never gave up on me.

Jodie and I spent a week in 2007 at Rich’s home with his wonderful wife, Jean. He introduced us to his family and friends. It was a most special week.

One afternoon we took a boat trip on Fire Island and there, with splendor my mind had never before imagined, we watched the sun set on Fire Island.

“I promised you,” Rich said, placing arm over my shoulder, “we would see the sun set on Fire Island.”

Tears welled up in the heart of a man who just the year before had been released from prison after serving more than 40 years—and not once did Rich, over our attorney/client relationship and personal friendship, ever doubt my individual salvation and the promise of a sunset on Fire Island.

Why our paths with other people intersect into special bonds of friendship and love lies beyond our knowledge. We all know we have special people in our lives—and it is these people who make living endurable and all of life’s sorrows bearable.

I lost a beloved friend who enriched my life with hope, faith, promise, and a desire to survive—and most of all he gave me the unforgettable memory of watching the sunset over Fire Island with him.

Rest in peace, old friend, on the other side of the sunset on Fire Island.