Dear Alabama attorney general candidate Jay Mitchell:
I knew you when you were a teenager.
You grew up in a house across from mine in Homewood, Alabama. You were a little awkward, but smart as a whip, a little shy but well-spoken. I would be mowing the grass and see you walking by, and we would say hello. You had what appeared to be a lovely family, a nurturing mom and dad, and accomplished younger siblings. As the oldest, you seemed to carry responsibilities beyond your years.
I always knew you were heading toward doing big things, and you did, Jay, all the way to serving as a justice on the Alabama Supreme Court. You’ve done well, Jay. You’ve done very well.
That is why your recent campaign ad on television in Birmingham stopped me cold. In it, you tell those who “stand with radical Islam” to “Allahu Akbar your butt all the way back to the Middle East.”
