I was late for a meeting and decided to let the answering machine pick up the call. From the hall I could hear that it was my 101 year-old mother who was calling from Florida. When someone is that age, no matter the state of her health (which in her case is blessedly excellent) and from the tone of her voice on the machine, as agitated as she sounded, I had no choice but to race back into the living room to pick it up.
She was more breathless than I, “What’s up?” I asked, worried but still hoping to get to my meeting on time.
“I just heard them say that ‘They turned fear into policy.’”
“Them? What?” I had no idea what she was referring to.
