Yesterday when I was driving home from work, I saw a father sitting with his daughter on a bench on the street of a downtown area. The little girl was sprawled across his chest and he affectionately played with her hair. They were just having a quiet, relaxed moment together on a sunny afternoon. Zoom out.
The street is full of parked cars--Mercedes, BMWs, Saabs. Flowers spill out of window boxes and planters. At the Beethoven Cafe, couples stroll out after a coffee.
Next to the father and girl on the bench, I envisioned a pair of Iraqi children. In my mind's eye, they looked a lot like the pair above. Zoom out.
It's hot and there are American soldiers carrying guns in your country. All around you is heat and the desert and there is no water to drink and the electricity works only once in awhile.
End of mind flash.
Every time I see Americans driving around, doing whatever, I think of what we're doing over there. There hardly is ever a time when I'm not thinking of what we're doing to those people. Are we crazy? This country is nuts if they think these acts are going to go unanswered.
Meanwhile, this insane administration is building air bases all over Iraq.
Cher