The first weekend after we moved to Jericho my father drove my sister and I a few miles to a trailer park. Nothing wrong with trailer parks but they’re not common in metro New York.
See, not everybody lives like us. We have more money than most. With money comes responsibility. And on and on he went
It was a very mixed message to give to two young girls who had been uprooted from Queens and weren’t dressed properly. It wasn’t that we were dressed badly. We were dressed from cheap stores not Best & Company.
I was going to have a hard enough time fitting in. I needed to look like everybody else.
Yet even then I understood why my father was saying the things he did. He wanted us to have a social conscience; to be aware of the larger world.
I did find it just that he got a ticket on the drive home for starting an accident on Jericho Turnpike. He was so busy lecturing us on social issues he was driving about ten miles an hour.
I forget the exact details of the “accident.”
Four or so years later Richard Nixon would become his idol. Then he turned into a Reaganite. I always have thought he had a stroke and died in 91 for several reasons; one being Bush One was so boring.
My father never did lose his sense of justice. I might have detested his politics but I knew how big his heart was I’m scared I can never do his story justice.
Actually my parents were friends with Marty Tankleff’s aunt and uncle. They introduced me to Marty’s case and were always convinced of his innocence. I am so happy all charges were dropped as they should have been years ago.