Something to say
Something to say
So, I removed my news articles from my blog. It has been nearly nine months. I have been a good girl. Like most women in America, I have tried to be very nice. When I was told to take down my own stories off my blog, I did because in America we are taught to be nice girls.
I didn't say much about the war in Iraq either. I wrote about other things. But now I have something to say again about Iraq.
President Bush, the blood of those women and children killed in Iraq is on your hands. You led America into an unjustified war. The innocent women, children and elderly who died are yours. The young men who lost thier lives, hopes and dreams are yours. The mothers who lost their sons and daughters are yours. The dead are yours.
Americans are parked in front of the TV and bleating like sheep, before the hatemongers like Lou Dobbs. When Americans couldn't be made to hate Iraqis anymore, they were rallied to hate the people of Mexico and the people walking across, and dieing in the desert.
So the Minutemen build a fence and the Border Guardians burn Mexican flags.
Remember when.
Remember when no one in America believed that Marines in Iraq murdered innocent women and children, shot them in cold blood?
Remember when no one in America believed the government was syping on all of our phone records without warrants?
Remember when we believed that the big newspapers were not censored.
Remember when we believed that the people at Exxon needed to make a living too.
Remember when we believed that the government would not lie to us.
Remember when we believed that the United States did not torture people in prisons.
Remember when.
Whistleblowers remember when, like the whistleblower at AT&T who blew the truth about government spying, not just on a few, but everyone's phone records.
Remember when, we had no locks on our doors, watched fireflies on June nights and dreamed of a better world. Remember when we stalked the invisible deer, looked for the rabbit on the moon and followed the puppy tracks home in the snow.
Remember when.
Today
I ate a whole can of sweetened condensed milk
straight out of the can;
wrote about Western Shoshone arrested at the Nevada Test Site
wrote about women and children murdered in cold blood in Iraq
about migrants beaten, strangled and shot on Arizona's border;
about xenophobia
about a secret asbestos dump for O'odham in Mexico to breathe
I ate a whole can of pork 'n beans today
Right out of the can.
So, I removed my news articles from my blog. It has been nearly nine months. I have been a good girl. Like most women in America, I have tried to be very nice. When I was told to take down my own stories off my blog, I did because in America we are taught to be nice girls.
I didn't say much about the war in Iraq either. I wrote about other things. But now I have something to say again about Iraq.
President Bush, the blood of those women and children killed in Iraq is on your hands. You led America into an unjustified war. The innocent women, children and elderly who died are yours. The young men who lost thier lives, hopes and dreams are yours. The mothers who lost their sons and daughters are yours. The dead are yours.
Americans are parked in front of the TV and bleating like sheep, before the hatemongers like Lou Dobbs. When Americans couldn't be made to hate Iraqis anymore, they were rallied to hate the people of Mexico and the people walking across, and dieing in the desert.
So the Minutemen build a fence and the Border Guardians burn Mexican flags.
Remember when.
Remember when no one in America believed that Marines in Iraq murdered innocent women and children, shot them in cold blood?
Remember when no one in America believed the government was syping on all of our phone records without warrants?
Remember when we believed that the big newspapers were not censored.
Remember when we believed that the people at Exxon needed to make a living too.
Remember when we believed that the government would not lie to us.
Remember when we believed that the United States did not torture people in prisons.
Remember when.
Whistleblowers remember when, like the whistleblower at AT&T who blew the truth about government spying, not just on a few, but everyone's phone records.
Remember when, we had no locks on our doors, watched fireflies on June nights and dreamed of a better world. Remember when we stalked the invisible deer, looked for the rabbit on the moon and followed the puppy tracks home in the snow.
Remember when.
Today
I ate a whole can of sweetened condensed milk
straight out of the can;
wrote about Western Shoshone arrested at the Nevada Test Site
wrote about women and children murdered in cold blood in Iraq
about migrants beaten, strangled and shot on Arizona's border;
about xenophobia
about a secret asbestos dump for O'odham in Mexico to breathe
I ate a whole can of pork 'n beans today
Right out of the can.
posted by anonymous at 9:34 PM
