Can you imagine a more embarrassing legacy than to be the parents of White House advisor Stephen Miller? If he were my son, I would change my name and deny I ever knew him. How does Stephen Miller, a descendant of refugees who fled the anti-Jewish pogroms of Russia, become the Heinrich Himmler of the modern era? He appears on television, glowering at the camera, proud his trains are running on time. Who needs to watch newsreels of Nazis when Stephen Miller gives us the same thing in real time?
