I wanted to give due here to one of the soldiers who turned that moment into a movement.
The Witness from Pinkville, published today, is by someone who was only 11 when his family was slaughtered at My Lai.
And all earlier drafts of my book included a sort of big-picture retelling of those events, focusing on signature dissenters like Hugh Thompson and Ron Ridenhour. Now that I’ll be referring to those events ONLY in a leaner, character-based narrative, I wanted this blog to have this version, of which I am pretty proud. IContinue reading “45 years ago, people learned what had happened in My Lai”