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  Now it is time to lay our burden down.</span>
  Now it is time to lay our burden down.</span>
  While everyone was religious, some were <mark>superreligious</mark>, and they thought of themselves as a spiritual vanguard. They were <mark>contemptuous</mark> of the rest of us—we might as well have been agents of the Devil. It was the same with politics. The political scale in Dallas began with Eisenhower conservatism and ran well past fascism to a kind of conservative nihilism. Earle Cabell was a far-right Democrat, present at the founding though not a member of the Dallas chapter of the John Birch Society, and yet he was routinely described by the farther right as “the socialist mayor of Dallas.” ...
  While everyone was religious, some were <mark>superreligious</mark>, and they thought of themselves as a spiritual vanguard. They were <mark>contemptuous</mark> of the rest of us—we might as well have been agents of the Devil. It was the same with politics. The political scale in Dallas began with Eisenhower conservatism and ran well past fascism to a kind of conservative nihilism. Earle Cabell was a far-right Democrat, present at the founding though not a member of the Dallas chapter of the John Birch Society, and yet he was routinely described by the farther right as “the socialist mayor of Dallas.” ...
  Across the country, but particularly in this '''new world''', there was a certain <mark>adolescent bitterness</mark>, a suspicious feeling of <mark>betrayal</mark>, a willingness to find <mark>conspiracy lurking in every corner</mark>. “The mood,” as Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., described it, “was one of the longing for a <mark>dreamworld [utopia]</mark> of no communism, no overseas entanglements, no <mark>United Nations</mark>, no <mark>federal government</mark>, no <mark>labor unions</mark>, no <mark>Negroes</mark> or <mark>foreigners [immigrants]</mark>—a world in which Chief Justice Warren would be impeached, Cuba invaded, the graduated <mark>income tax</mark> repealed, the fluoridation of drinking water stopped and the import of Polish hams forbidden.”  
  Across the country, but particularly in this '''<mark>new world</mark>''', there was a certain <mark>adolescent bitterness</mark>, a suspicious feeling of <mark>betrayal</mark>, a willingness to find <mark>conspiracy lurking in every corner</mark>. “The mood,” as Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., described it, “was one of the longing for a <mark>dreamworld [utopia]</mark> of no communism, no overseas entanglements, no <mark>United Nations</mark>, no <mark>federal government</mark>, no <mark>labor unions</mark>, no <mark>Negroes</mark> or <mark>foreigners [immigrants]</mark>—a world in which Chief Justice Warren would be impeached, Cuba invaded, the graduated <mark>income tax</mark> repealed, the fluoridation of drinking water stopped and the import of Polish hams forbidden.”  
  No, it was not just Dallas, but my hometown was already gaining the reputation of being the <mark>capital of this '''new world'''</mark>. ...
  No, it was not just Dallas, but my hometown was already gaining the reputation of being the <mark>capital of this '''new world'''</mark>. ...
  What was more surprising was that the sign carriers and catcallers were for the most part well-groomed women from some of the finest homes in the city, and yet as soon as the Johnsons waded into Commerce Street the women in red, white, and blue began to <mark>curse</mark> them and to <mark>spit</mark>. (Later, some members of the “<mark>Mink Coat Mob</mark>,” as they came to be known, claimed that they were not spitting, exactly—they were frothing.)
  What was more surprising was that the sign carriers and catcallers were for the most part well-groomed women from some of the finest homes in the city, and yet as soon as the Johnsons waded into Commerce Street the women in red, white, and blue began to <mark>curse</mark> them and to <mark>spit</mark>. (Later, some members of the “<mark>Mink Coat Mob</mark>,” as they came to be known, claimed that they were not spitting, exactly—they were frothing.)

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