I grew up in south Alabama at a time when children could literally play all day, anywhere in their neighborhood, without worry. The only warning I heard from my Catholic mother upon leaving the house was,”Play nice, now.” And so I tried to.
I tried not to lie, not to ridicule others, or bully anyone. And for the most part, other children did the same. If any of them did lie, ridicule, or bully, they were made to say they were sorry for their bad manners.
As an adult, “Play nice,” still resounds in my head when I make many of my decisions.
But not this time!
Not when my Catholic faith is put on the chopping block in the leaked emails from the Hillary Clinton campaign.
Not when Christians are called deplorable and unredeemable.
Not when Catholics are designated as an “amazing bastardization of the faith.”
Not when the Clinton…
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