Seventy years ago, my father β 2nd Lt. Eric Fletcher Waters β died in Italy fighting the Nazis. He was killed near Aprilia in the battle for the Anzio Bridgehead on Feb. Last month, thanks to the good people of Aprilia and Anzio, I was able to pay tribute to the father I never knew by unveiling a memorial in the town where he died and laying a wreath to honor him, and all the other fallen.
Losing my father before I ever knew him and being brought up by a single, working mother who fought tirelessly for equality and justice colored my life in far-reaching ways and has driven all my work. And, at this point in my journey, I like to think that I pay tribute to both my parents each time I speak out in support of any beleaguered people denied the freedom and justice that I believe all of us deserve. After visiting Israel in and the West Bank the following year, I was deeply moved and concerned by what I saw, and determined to add my voice to those searching for an equitable and lawful solution to the problem β for both Palestinians and Jews.
More here. Skip to content. Given my upbringing, I really had no choice. When Nature Looks Unnatural. Why We Lie.
