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Johnny We Hardly Knew You

Judith Moriarty
9-9-4
 
 
 
The Conventions (Democrat-Republican) are over. Both were a exercise of obscene, gyrating, hypnotic, frenzied, showing of materialistic excess and depraved indifference. In both instances, Boston and New York City the people were marginalized and excluded from the process. In Boston the cradle of our country's birth with its Freedom Walk; cages were built for citizens to exercise their right to speak-their right to question-their right to dissent.
 
Armored vehicles roamed the streets, helicopters thundered overhead, highways were shut down; as police/hired mercenaries (or so it appeared) by the thousands stood on rooftops, searched boats and arrested those who wished to participate in "representative democracy". The major theme was party hardy and what favored bash one could get invited to. Though 95% of delegates were against war this was never made mention of. In fact nothing of any appreciable consequence was discussed except that, "Hope and Help are on the way". Try telling that to a pharmacist when you can't buy needed medicine. Try telling the bank or landlord when that foreclosure or eviction notice arrives,  that they should wait for payment, as you've been promised "Hope and Help are on the way". This was just the usual nonsensical slogans; that do nothing-say nothing and mean even less.
 
The Republican Convention had "pre-emptive" arrests as police with mesh; trapped tourist, marcher and New York citizens,  in block wide sweeps,  arresting all for merely presenting the possibility of disruption. Like cattle,  citizens were herded to a warehouse at Pier 57 contaminated with asbestos (reported on C-Span) and the smell of oil. They were (these American citizens) denied the right to an attorney (which our worst serial killers are afforded), food, water, or any place to sit in these large "cages".
 
 
Meantime the party continued on in Madison Square Garden surrounded with 10,000 police. Delegates wore band-aids with purple hearts painted on them as a mockery to wounded veterans! The color theme  the usual red-white-and blue;  with an extravaganza of signs, balloons, confetti, elephant ear hats, and the prescribed cowboy attire to honor the frat boy-now a relocated cowboy. Mr.Pataki, Governor of New York was enraptured with his  importance of being a prime time speaker. He waxed long and tediously of Mr.Bush standing upon a smoking heap (the site of the imploded towers) and how the President had asked Saddam to move and when he refused the President moved him (loud cheers-screaming-clapping). Weapons of mass destruction now became identified as "box cutters" and Saddam himself.
 
 
As thousands bicycling for peace were being arrested and citizens being hauled to Guantanamo on the Hudson, Pataki went on about our love of freedom, the liberty bell,  and the U.S. lighting the way to hope. He then with on in  perspired passion telling the world that at times; God and faith, leads some men to the fore and such a time was this; with President Bush (cheers-tears-sobs-stomping-signs waving). Besides the President's heroics of standing on a mound of rubble with a megaphone; it was pointed out that a few weeks after this terrible disaster;  he again took the mound at the World Series in a HEAVY bullet proof vest and laboriously threw out the first ball! Parents of soldiers, meantime, were frantically out buying vests for their kids.
 
The introduction of President Bush shown on a huge screen put one in mind of the Second Coming? A surreal montage of scenes showed the warrior President brought to "the fore by God" holding Black children, waving to unemployed workers, sitting seemingly in deep thought in the Oval office,  and walking (Kennedy-like) in the White House garden head bowed, with the burdens of sending the nation's young off to war; to deal with weapons of mass destruction;  now identified as the production of related activities having to do with weapons of mass destruction.  Phew-I'm having a hard time keeping up with these new reasons.
 

 

The theme throughout was heroism. Giuliani (ex-Mayor of New York) said that when he saw the flames far up in the towers and then people jumping; his very FIRST thought was to turn to the Police Commissioner; grab his arm and say, "Bernie I'm sure glad we have George Bush as President". Unbelievable! One would think a gasp-a cry or sobbing; for the tragedy taking place in front of you would be the first reaction! Scenes showed the President on the heap of rubble with a fireman-taking charge and making us safer.
 
This exploitation of those who died was unconscionable. The real heroes of that day (no pay increases or contracts) were the brave and courageous police, firemen, rescue workers, and citizens who laid down their lives in unselfish giving for the life of another. Lest we forget; these men and women were trying desperately to reach those far above who were trapped, with the buildings imploding and crushing them and all; including the fire and rescue trucks. The heroes were all the New Yorkers, who rushed to help as rescuers and volunteers. The heroes were the iron workers-carpenters-welders-and various trades who worked day and night trying to find victims as they cut through the steel and moved tons of debris. Guiliani and President Bush weren't among them. The President was reading a story of some goat when Giuliani was grabbing the Commissioner's arm.
 
President Bush promised to all those without work, due to the outsourcing of America, that he would see to "opportunity zones". Small comfort when you're that 50-55 year old steel worker-auto plant worker-fisherman-farmer-textile worker-tool and die man or Information Technology man and woman, without resources. These are just more echoing-nothing platitudes. The President warmed up when he came to the war part of his script. "WE will build a safer world, nothing will hold US back, WE will extend the frontiers of freedom, I will never relent in defending America, this young century will be a liberty century".
 
I have a problem with this WE. The WE were being herded into paddy wagons, caught up in nets, like so much debris outside the Convention Center. The WE are the fire, police and rescue workers. The WE doing all this "extending of freedom's frontiers" are dying in a distant land for a "mistake". Saddam in his wrecked country after 12 years of sanctions, his infra-structure a mess, was as much as threat to America- greatest power (militarily with its weapons), as Ronald McDonald is lobbing Mcburgers at us! Please! This isn't even rational thinking. Kim Jong of North Korea; another madman with the world's largest collection of Daffy Duck videos (yikes), is another matter since he's already lobbed missiles for practice. As the nothing whitewash 9-11 report showed; it was just a mix-up of misinformation-disinformation-and bureaucratic bumbling; that just missed all the clues-warnings etc. Of course nobody's to blame. With over 3 trillion spent on defense and related activities since WWII,  one would think, that Los Alamos wouldn't be emptied, that documents weren't hidden in someone's pants getting out of the National Archives, and that Simple Simon common sense, wouldn't have one knowing that New York and Washington D.C,  just might be prime targets. Hello, the towers were attacked in '94.
 
Too simple I suppose, for those who are too busy protecting their turf, wrangling over funding and worried more over the politics of the issue than the protection of the people (one of their few real responsibilities!). Out in the real world; far from the intrigue, public relations, and lobbying control in Foggy Bottom, ordinary folks get fired for ineptness, incompetence, stupidity, laxness and sometimes for nothing. But the elusive "buck" of Harry Truman is floating in a world of the surreal and macabre; as people instead get promotions or more billions thrown their way. If I woke up every morning and found my yard filled with billions; I wouldn't be worrying over the fuel bill, the taxes, utilities or the cost of medicine.
 
The Foggy Bottom boys who haven't a dust as to what real living is all about or real dying in a war are busy taking care of their raises- pensions and medical care. They vote billions for  war; that profits private contractors, hired mercenaries (making a helluva lot more, like $1,200 a day, than our soldiers), and the War Machine, with its inventiveness of melting, shredding, annihilating weaponry ripping the world to pieces---for peace you understand-oh and safety.
 
Just who is doing all this dying for liberation-freedom-and safety? Not the sons and daughters of contractors, Defense Department officials, the politicians (giving over their responsibility to declare war to the Executive Branch) nor those manufacturing and selling the weapons of annihilation and forever poisoning (depleted uranium) weapons. Not the President's daughters nor his nieces and nephews and certainly none of the moneyed elitists children; doing Europe or off to that Ivy League education.  Those doing the dying are the children of the ghetto, the farm, the rusted mill town, the echoing auto plant city and the immigrant. Brooke Campbell wrote an article for truthout, Sept 3,04,  "To Whom It May Concern". This should be printed out and distributed widely. Brooke's brother Ryan is dead. He wouldn't be if he'd not had his stay extended. She tells of how a uniformed officer knocked at her mother's door. She'd last seen Ryan in February, when he had two week's leave from Baghdad. Her brother told her on this his last visit "We had all been led to believe that Iraq posed a serious threat to America as well as surrounding nations. We invaded expecting to find weapons of mass destruction and a much more prepared and well-trained Republican Guard waiting for us. It is now a year later, and alas, no weapons of mass destruction or any real threat, for that matter. Just do me one big favor, ok, don't vote for Bush. No. Just don't do it. I would not be happy with you."
 
Ryan was scheduled to complete his assignment on April 25 but was notified his assignment had been extended. Brooke tells of how she listened to President Bush's scripted speech at the Convention when he spoke of being with parents who'd lost a loved on. He went on about courage-pride and character. Brooke was not impressed. Brooke says, "This is my reply: Mr.President, I know that you still "don't do body counts" so you may not know that almost one thousand U.S. troops have died doing what you told them they had to do to protect America. Ryan was Number 832. I last saw my loved one at the Kansas City airport, staring after me as I walked away. I could see April 29 (when he was supposed to come home) written on his sad, sand-chapped and sunburned face. I could see that he desperately wanted to believe that if he died, it would be while "doing good" as you put it. Mr.President, you gave me and my mother a folded flag instead of the beautiful boy who called us "Moms" and "Brookster". But WORSE than that, you sold my little brother a bill of goods. You cheated him of a meaningful life and a meaningful death. You will never get my vote. So to whom it may concern. Don't vote for Bush. No. Just don't do it. I would not be happy with you." Brooke Campbell of Atlanta, GA.
 
And so they die-for what?  Partying Republicans and Democrats; paid NO heed to the multitudes outside in the darkened streets- begging for these soldiers' lives. Activists-mothers-students-and children were pleading for peace; while those inside were listening to poignant tales, of safe guarded heroism; and dancing frantically to "Put a Little Love in Your Heart".  Upwards of a thousand of our young are dead. What will it take to put an end to this madness and wake people up? Twenty one young women are dead ( a travesty beyond belief sending women to war!) including  mothers and youngsters the same age as President  Bush's giggling daughters talking about Sex in the City and having nothing to do (he he).
 
Dead are numerous teenagers. Andy of Tampa Florida at age 18 is dead. Andy collected baseball cards. They remain staked in orderly piles on a bookcase at the foot of his bed. He was preparing for his freshman year at Florida State University, when his country called on him. He had committed (what does a kid know) to the Marine Corps Reserves before his senior year.  Preparing to cross the Tigris River, April 7-2004, Andy died. For what? For delegates wearing band-aids with purple hearts painted on them?
 
David Evans of Buffalo, N.Y. had a baby boy he never got to see. He joined the military with plans for a law enforcement career. He died May 25-04 in an munitions explosion. Tim Predmore wrote a letter to the Peoria (Illinois) Journal Star, which was reprinted Sept 17-03 in the Los Angeles Times.  Tim tells of two children who had been playing with explosive ordnance being severely burned.  His account tells how they were denied care by two military doctors. Tim states "This looks like a modern-day crusade not to free an oppressed people or to rid the world of a demonic dictator relentless in his pursuit of conquest and domination but a crusade to control another nation's natural resource. At least for us here, oil seems to be the reason for our presence."
 
During Convention week President Bush appeared on NBC's "Today" Bush was asked whether the war on terrorism was winnable. "I don't think you can win it. But I THINK you can create conditions so that the-those who use terror as a tool are less acceptable in parts of the world." It appears to me, that since the, never mentioned Korean Conflict, (8000 missing) that war isn't about all this brouhaha of winning anything; but mere containment and weapons profiteering. Billions have gone missing and billions upon billions being spent monthly to make terrorism "less acceptable". I thought it already was-dopey me. Appropriately, with the billions given and unaccounted for by Halliburton: Demonstrators calling themselves employees of "Hallibacon" bathed themselves in stacks of fake $100 bills and grunted through plastic pig snouts outside the hotel where Texas Republicans were staying.
 
Young Johnny went off to war for a myriad of noble reasons. He believed the hoopla of "freedom-freeing an oppressed people-saving America from destruction-etc." Johnny, the product of malls-video arcades/games-ghetto streets-bankrupt farms-shuttered mill towns-a job at Wal-Mart-or the local grocery, went off to be a soldier. Johnny thought he'd get that college degree that the recruiter told him about or training for that good job when he got out.
 
Many of our Johnny's male/female won't be marching home to a confetti parade. We're told by Mr.Cheney, that this is a generational war-which means perpetual war for perpetual peace. Per chance Johnny does come home he/she may not be able to clap at gala conventions with arms and hands missing. They won't be gyrating to "Put a Little Love in Your Heart" being limbless or brain damaged. Our young and the thousands of Iraqi citizens dead or terribly wounded (Rumsfeld says we don't count collateral damage) will not share in the spoils of conquest. That's for those celebrating and slurping down goblets of vodka-scotch-and vintage wines; at their various parties. Yes indeed.War has been very good for the few!  Johnny we're sorry for the lies told through these generations of war. Johnny we're trying desperately to support you and bring you home. Johnny we hardly knew you.
 
"Wars are not acts of God. They are caused by man, by man-made institutions, by the way in which man has organized his society. What man has made, man can change." Fredrick Moore Vinson-Speech at Arlington National Cemetery -1945
 

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