Me too. Whither my country? Was I just a dupe? Was I imagining things the way they were? Is this America? (Is that Canada?) We used to joke about the nazis - about them demanding "your papers! Snell!". About political proscutions, and about the camps. Now it's us.
In highschool I took latin, the teacher, an Austrian lady, would tell us stories about living through the war there, and make us translate them into latin and write them down. Hard stories to hear. Writing them in latin burned them into the brain. That, of course, was her purpose.
The result? I know, and wish I didn't, what going on. And there's nothing I can do, nothing anybody can do. Just like it was for her, it is for us.