On Security Culture
I wandered through the trees, through the alleys and dumpsters, constantly looking for a crowd. A few fellow minded children of the new globe tracked on, and we smelled the sweetness of community. The beating of drums, the singing and the laughter of friends. A camp we were seeking, a camp to call our own, that would embrace us mutually.
As we neared, the markings on the trees…the systematically placed twigs and leaves…it seems the camp was visited once before…
Oh, security culture, my beloved enemy. How you run through the fields, hands held high in delight! A Child in your glory!
You run on the backs of the sovereign, punting heads into the sand. ”It’s for safety”, you persuade, gently rubbing back-sores. You whisper threats in mocked voices, filling the tyrant with fear. The shaking giant accordingly, lashes out against those easily blamed: the worker, the poor, the victims of oppression. For don’t you know, the victim is the first to revolt!
And now, you clever beast, you’ve poisoned the well! The masses now run after you, constantly chasing, letting fear keep them separated, disheveled.
A solid camp, air filtered through compassion and passionate ideals. An action! For the 99%! “What was that?”
Your clumsy feet clamber messily through the tents and the leaves — no sounds made, no attention caught.
“Police? Agents? Drunks!?!”
Like a gust of wind you sink your sinews into the frozen minds of the discontented.
“They’re everywhere.” ”Maybe he’s plotting against you.” “They’re always listening.”
Doves now hyenas, self-interested…self-aware. Towards exclusion.
”Security is godliness”
A newcomer comes forth and the hyenas growl: “shhh! It’s a secret!” The camp turns itself inwards, mouth and bowels, and mouth and bowels, until all nourishment is fecal matter on a plate.
This is not the camp of the Geopoliticus Child.
Mr. President:
You have lost my vote. State and Local governments nationwide are beating and jailing American civilians for demanding access to their political, cultural, and economic institutions. Exercise of First Amendment assembly rights is being met by police brutality. We are being ran over by police vehicles, dragged into banks to be arrested. You, sir, are standing idly by.
In the Spring of this year, you and your administration called upon a sovereign despot to step down for brutalizing his citizenry. You administration sent our Air Force to obliterate the siege of freedom and the corruption of the Libyan government. Shame on you Mr. President, for playing your hand around the Globe realms over which you have no authority and for turning a blind eye to injustices at home. You are not upholding the Constitution, you are ignoring it for political clout. You are allowing the degradation of every fiber at the foundation of American political theory.
Mr. President, I have no doubts to your being American in fact. In principle, however, you have shown that you’re not at all American. If you were, you would publicly denounce every police officer that has brutalized American citizens. You would publicly denounce every mayor and governor ordering the assault on human rights. You would demand that the governments under the name of the United States back down and let the sovereign right of the People realize itself without violence and repression. I would highly recommend you doing such, or you will forever be remembered as a man who promised change but didn’t deliver; a man who could have stood with justice and political rights, but who did not. You will be remembered as a tyrant.
With all my heart, my pride, my country,
Geopoliticus Child.
