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Tuesday, August 31, 2004 | What Will You Do When the Time Comes, Mr. & Ms. America?
In a gentle apple-pie Americana piece the other day, columnist Susan Cheever copes as all but the most high-powered US columnists must do, and endorse Israel's plan to imprison 3 million people in the world's largest concentration camp.
Between the lines, however, and on them as much as she dared, Cheever manages to both let us know that this is what she is obliged to write, and more importantly, oblige her thinking readers to focus on the real question.
As America's twilight deepens, the fading light reveals the true shape of the night's promises.
While the name of Patriot Eunice Stone is uttered with reverence by warlord loyalists years after her courageous attempt to save the nation from the Menace of Muslim Medical Students, and hell hath no fury like the eagerness with which Miss Annie's continuing saga of the dark eyes that spurned her smile is devoured by crusading blue eyes, as soft cheeks turn red with Resolve, (that is what they swear it is) and white mousefingers Prevail over the insurgent server load, the succubus that waits in the gathering dark is insidious, mundane, the banality of evil made flesh.
It is hardly an innovation. The most revered historians will be driven to headscratching and googling to come up with the first time, even the first few dozen times, that tyrannical brutish regimes have utilized the simple strategy of neighbor against neighbor.
It is effective. Inform the regime if you suspect your neighbor of opposing its decrees, or your neighbor on the other side is very likely to inform the regime that you did not.
Cheever uses the illustration most familiar to western eyes, one that does not need the services of a historian to highlight her overt message and veil her (intentionally or not) hidden one:
Today, there are more than a few Jews who risk their lives daily to commit acts of terrorism like smuggling food and medicine into Palestine in defiance of the Policy of Starvation. There are Jews who smuggle entire Palestinian children into hospitals, claiming them as their own, so that they can receive medical treatment.
And there are over 1300 young Jews who have put their own freedom on the line by refusing to participate in crimes against humanity and slow-drip genocide.
Maybe some of those Jews are remembering those miraculous few, and silently thanking them, as they crawl under a fence, or drop their letter of refusal in the mailbox, for the gift of a beloved elder kinsman, neighbor, or a grandparent, without whose happy encounter with one of those miraculous few they would not be alive to make that crawl, or write that letter.
Regardless of the outcome of the US "election," ordinary civilians will soon be given the opportunity to "play an important role in the war on terror."
It will not be long now before history will knock at your door, to ask what you will do. It might be that nice man at the convenience store, who doesn't charge you for extra sugar in your morning coffee.
It might be that new guy on the landscape crew, the one who doesn't wear a scapulario, whose "buenos dias" sounds a little different from the others, the one who doesn't always laugh at the jokes as they replace the mums out there by the parking lot.
Maybe it will be the friendly programmer at work, who always takes his break at the same time, the one you saw praying that day in the conference room, when you dashed in there to see if you had left your notes from this morning.
It could be the family who moved in last month, from whose kitchen waft those strange, mouth-watering smells every evening.
Or it could be that old guy at the gym, you know, the one who's hard of hearing so he speaks as if everyone else is too, who isn't shy about shouting his opinion of the government, the new stair machine, and any and everything else in the general direction of anyone who might be listening.
It could be your daughter's studious friend, the one who always has her nose in a book, or a computer screen, who reads newspapers from all over the world and discusses world events on the internet with people from countries neither your daughter nor you can pronounce.
Or it could be a complete stranger taking photos of the colorful boats docked in the local marina for his nephew back home who just loves boats.
When the time comes, will there be a place in your basement for them?
Actions like Sep 11 do not happen in a vaccuum.
Long before those hijackers ever stepped foot on the planes the damage
had been done. They were brainwashed with the same type of garbage
propaganda that is spewed from Fatwa's weblog.
Middle Eastern countries are so much more barbaric today and preAmercia than America can ever hope to be...America has only been around 230 years...who did you blame for everything before that Ductape? I am calling a Fatwa on your bullshit!
IMO - terrorist plain and simple. He is an Al queda operative who
should be put in a cage on gitmo Skinner
My favorite..."In Defense of Holocaust Deniers"
I always thought that "The Enemy Within" was just a metaphore for liberalism, that is, until I encountered Ductape Fatwa. He should be in an orange jumpsuit for sure.
peopleforchange.netductape is either a commie, al queda, or a deep cover mole
Tells you something about this asshole doesn't it. He's really serious.
I believe that DF is nothing but a Republican plant...
Ductape is a commie, a terrorist, and he drinks blood too. He drinks
Capitalist blood. He eats unborn babies too
Give me your address and I'll send you $20 and a thank-you note for taking your hatred elsewhere.
A terrorist with a sense of humor!
He ain't nuthin' but shit
inadequate, halfway house bullshit
You are a dumbass. Fuck you and your condescension about us "benighted sheeple." hamletta
Untruthful, damaging bullshit
no better than the neocons and no different than Timothy McVeigh
dailykos.coma turd in the punchbowl...if DF were Joe Hill he probably would have killed himself rather than get put to death.
A compost pile of fecundity
dailykos.comdespicable and literally mentally ill