These are my thoughts from Kansas on a gray morning. I woke up today, and the first thing I thought was: I am a woman without a country.
In the aftermath of yesterday's Senate passage of the torture-enabling and Constitution-trashing Military Commissions Act, it feels like my country has ceased to exist. I haven't moved away from my commitment to citizenship and the ideals of the United States, but my country has.
I am in mourning.
The second thing I thought was: I need to post about this.
The third thing I thought was: Is it safe? If I speak so openly about my fury and my disagreement with this president will I someday be said to be aiding terrorists? Will my sentiments be the trigger for an arrest. Is that already possible?
(On second thought: Aren't I being foolish! America will never do that, but look at the letter of this law. Doesn't it give the president the right to define who will be imprisoned? The way this is written, no one need or possibly can look over George W. Bush's shoulder, or am I wrong? I pray I'm wrong, and not just for me, but for thousands of other people and for the soul of my country.)
And then I thought: Should I leave? Is it time to pack up and go to Canada? My brother lives not far from there. Is it time to move near him so we could dash across the border quickly if necessary?
And then I thought: I will be damned if I let George Bush, Dick Cheney, Bill Frist, Rick Santorum, Joe Lieberman and all the rest steal MY country.
And then I went over to visit Blue Girl, Red State who lives in Missouri not far from me and found her wonderful post "Rest in Peace America." Read all of it, but this is just a tiny snippet.
Sleep eludes me tonight, but it is understandable. I lost my country yesterday. It was not a sudden death - we knew it was coming. But that does not assuage the inevitable grief.She talks about her anger and her promise to work for change. (And yes, oh great inquisitors, we are talking about political change, not violent change.)
Enough is enough.
America is better than this.