America: A Country That Eats Children
When my daughter was about four years old, she took it into her head to hide from me in a children’s clothing department at a Macy’s Department store. For what only could have been about 2 minutes, I searched for her, called her name, enlisted the help of the saleswomen in the department. The terror I felt was indescribable, fueled largely by the fact that this department was right near a triple set of glass doors leading out of the store and into the parking garage. I was shaking with fear that my little girl had been taken, abducted. My ordeal ended when a very tall man, who was walking through the department, saw us searching. Being very tall, he was able to see down into the center of a circular clothing rack, and asked, “Is your little girl wearing a purple sweater, does she have long dark pigtails?” as he leaned in and scooped her out in one quick motion. His action terrified my daughter, who had no idea that a stranger could so easily hold her...