I’M AN old white male who lives in a stable and prosperous country and I’m afraid of nothing.
That is, I have no special fears that keep me awake at night.
There are things that bother me. The aches and pains of getting old, the future of my grandchildren, the increasing cost of living, that sort of thing.
But nothing that creates any sense of panic or great foreboding.
I know my ancestors lived with real fears, perhaps even my parents did, but I seem to have lobbed into a blessed fear-free time zone.