Ever since the Iraq war began there has been a cry from the heart of America. It began as a whimper, link but has been steadily growing in volume until today that cry can be heard throughout the nation. It is a cry from the lips of mothers, malady fathers, order wives, sons and daughters. It is a cry from the lips of all who hate the very idea of war; the festering sore that tears at our humanity.
The cry rang out loudly at the last elections when Republicans were trounced in the polls and the Democrats promised Americans the earth, but reneged as soon as they attained office. But the cry can still be heard, and most Americans believe that one day – some day – the politicians will have to listen.
“Bring The Troops Back Home!”
Sparrow Chat has written on more than one occasion of the unlikelihood of that cry ever being acknowledged by those in power. While frequently indicating the desire for an American withdrawal, there have been no illusions on these pages as to the probability. No-one builds an embassy the size of Vatican City only to leave it to the desert sands.
Every article written here, expressing that view, has evoked total silence from commentators not wishing to accept the possibility it might be true. Those who have spent months and years in stressful protestation, endured insult and sometimes physical abuse in the pursuit of peace, have a right to expect their voice will be heard; that, when enough are gathered to the cause in a democratic society, their wishes will be acted on.
Sparrow Chat has always maintained they will be ignored. The troops will not come home from Iraq. They will remain to ensure the safety of the oil men; they will die to keep the pipelines intact.
America is no longer a democracy. It makes little difference who is voted into office, the policies will always be the same.
At times it has seemed a lonely stance, when all around are calling for withdrawal, celebrating political change, dancing to a Democrat tune; to stand, apparently alone, hardly daring to suggest the calls, celebrations, dances were nothing but a wasted effort.
Now, it seems there are others daring to make a similar suggestion. Sparrow Chat is no longer isolated in thinking the unthinkable.
It brings no joy, no welling of an inner satisfaction. Only a dim hope, a forlorn desire to be wrong:
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