Years ago, I was visiting my parents, and thumbing idly through a ham radio book. I read out loud, "You might meet Jordan's King Hussein on the air."
My frail late mother, mind failing, heard just the name Hussein, tightly bitterly said,
"I don't like that man!"
The hashemite ruler?
No.
It was Obama's middle name she'd reacted to.
Years of poisonous talk radio into her ears, until the hate became instinctual in her mind, even as everything else faded.
#Propaganda works.