“What’s that got to do with anything? I’m talking about our neighborhood.” “It is only a question of scale. Why did not the brave American army march into Budapest and save the Hungarian resistance who begged Mr. Eisenhower, in the name of democracy and freedom, to take their side? Why did we sit by while the Soviet tanks rolled in and hammered the beautiful old city?” “That happened?” “You have just written the epitaph of America.
