What Happened To My Country?
By Steve Osborn
02/19/06 "ICH" -- -- I grew up an American, and proud of
it. I was taught in school about the Declaration of
Independence and the Constitution and Bill of Rights. My
brother was a Merchant Marine Officer during the war and
had three ships sunk beneath him. We beat the Nazis, the
Fascists and the Japanese and made the world safe for
democracy. After the war came Nuremberg and the
assurance that things like the holocaust could never
happen again. The Marshal Plan helped to rebuild the
shattered portions of the world. America, Democracy,
compassion and help. It was good to be an American.
Hiroshima and Nagasaki were sad, but necessary to end
the war and save lives, we were told.
We read George Orwell’s 1984, which could happen in Nazi
Germany or the Soviet Union, but we could never have
thought police and endless war here in the United
States. Then came the Cold War, McCarthy, Korea, and
later on Vietnam. My service time crossed those wars,
but I thanked my stars I didn’t have to fight in them. I
was at Bikini for the Hydrogen Bomb tests in 1956, which
taught me the the unthinkable horror of nuclear war.
Vietnam taught us the danger and folly of going to war
on a false pretext. Tonkin Gulf was to be a lesson to us
all, as was the intended impeachment of Nixon for
violating the law and the Constitution. We wouldn’t let
that happen again; no president was ever going to spy on
his own people again, or persecute people who didn’t
agree with him or his policies.
Yes, the United States was a nation of great wealth. A
nation that took care to see to the freedom and well
being of its citizens, and welcomed the downtrodden
foreigner to the new land. It was a nation that
pioneered the exploration of space and gloried in the
advance of science. I was proud to be an American!
My God! What has happened to my nation? My nation that
no longer pays more than lip service to its Constitution
and Bill of Rights, which have been a beacon to the
world for over two centuries. My nation that
unilaterally discards treaties that were the hope of a
world of peace, guided by law and diplomacy. My nation
that will wage a war of aggression against a far off
nation that was no threat to it, but that has lots of
oil. My nation that gives all of its wealth to the rich
and is satisfied to leave its citizens to starve,
homeless, unemployed and sickly.
What happened to that Constitution that so wisely
divided the government into three separate units, to
provide a system of checks and balances against any one
branch usurping power? How did we wind up with a
President that refers to the Constitution that he swore
to protect and defend as “just a goddamned piece of
paper,” and a Congress that seems willing to rubber
stamp any giveaway the President demands? How did we
find ourselves with a Supreme Court that will set aside
the Constitution in favor of unlimited presidential
power for the duration?
Now I live in an America I don’t dare leave for fear of
being spat upon, shot, bombed or kidnaped. I am looked
upon as a citizen of a rogue nation that has no concept
or respect for any law except bullying and strength. I
need a passport even to visit Canada, which was to be
our sister nation with open borders forever. I must
expect to be required to show my “papers” at any time,
to any official. I must accept that the government can
break into my house and rifle my belongings and papers
any time it wishes on the thinnest of excuses and it is
not even required to let me know it has violated my home
and my privacy. I must accept the fact that the
government can listen in to my private conversations, my
phone, my e-mail, can probably read my snail mail if
they wish and can put a gag order on anyone who has
information on me so I may not even be made aware that I
am being spied upon. George Orwell’s absolute
dictatorship has crept in to my home and my life and
thrown out my beloved Constitution and Bill of Rights.
The difference between the United States, Soviet Russia,
Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy is steadily and
inexorably diminishing and the people are letting it
happen while they remain paralyzed with fear. Fear
incited by the gang that runs the White House and their
cronies in the propaganda ministry that used to be our
last bulwark against tyranny; our once free press.
So now my pride in America is for our past; my sadness
for our present; my fear for our future. I am no longer
proud to be an American, but I have no place to go.
Stephen M. Osborn
(theplace@whidbey.net ) is a freelance writer living
on Camano Island in the Pacific Northwest. He is an
"Atomic Vet." (Operation Redwing, Bikini Atoll 1956, )
who has been very active working and writing for nuclear
disarmament and world peace. He is a retired Fire
Battalion Chief, lifelong sailor, writer, poet,
philosopher, historian and former newspaper columnist.
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