It’s become a depressing fact that American politics is so polarized. That’s also true about where we live and work. We rarely interact with people from the hated other party, except maybe an outcast relative at Thanksgiving.
From immigration to impeachment, guns to graft, it seems we’re divided on every topic. But maybe there is an issue that can unite us — one admittedly born of a father’s deepest grief.
One night in 2017, I received a call that every parent dreads. My only son, a college student, died after taking a Xanax pill laced with fentanyl.