By Kim Rossi
That wascally wabbit is me in 1971, with my brother Richard. My grandmother made the costume. I hopped through our small town Massachusetts neighborhood bringing baskets to my best friends. I had a beautiful, safe, happy, love-filled childhood. I was a funny, bright young girl who made faces and laughed and rode her Schwinn bike with friends in summer. My first Easter memory is from about age 4 or 5. I had a black, patent leather purse with a snap on colored accent flower. I could switch the flower from yellow, to green to red. All by my self!
Today is Easter Sunday, a day of hope and wonder for Christians as we celebrate Christ's rise from death.
This weekend also marked the start of Passover for those who are Jewish. Passover marks the night of fear and worry that parents faced as a plague was to take every first born son in Egypt.
Hope and light. Fear and a parent's instinct to protect his child.
We live in a dark time. That's not hyperbole. Vaccination is a new, strong religion. It demands that all other religions step aside. There is a veritable crusade underway under the guise of the threat of measles. It contradicts the very core of our American rights. The slippery slope has gone from a slow leaning to a precipitous drop as an agenda that I simply can not figure out, rolls over us from coast to coast.
When that cute bunny and her baby brother posed for the Kodak camera (with a flash cube, thank you very much) the autism rate was under 1 in 5000. Today? Autism has multiplied faster than an army of rabbits.
We face trouble. We face danger. We face persecution. We face violence. I feel it. I do.
If you are religious, pray for common sense.
Happy Easter. Happy Pesach.