Early morning, April 04, a shot rings out in the Memphis sky,
Free at last, they asked for your life,
But they could not take your pride.
In the name of love, one more in the name of love.
--U2: Pride (In the name of love)
Most
everyone who is reading this knows what happened to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
on April 04, 1968. Some of you may even know what happened to my son, Spc. Casey
Austin Sheehan on April 04, 2004. If you don't know, Dr King and Casey were
murdered by the same malevolent entities: People and ideologies that say that we
have to be mortally afraid of the "ism" du jour and we, as Americans who have
the "moral high-ground" in the world can send our innocent children to invade
innocent countries and kill innocent people to fight the "ists" that go with the
"isms." In Vietnam we were fighting the evil Communists and in Iraq we are
fighting the evil terrorists. Our war against Communism out-stayed its welcome
in the 1980's and the military industrial war complex was running out of excuses
to build bombs, tanks, bullets, ships, submarines, and soldiers; so in 2001, our
leaders who serve the war machine had to switch our enemy of the state to
terrorism.
Dr.
King had the temerity to challenge the war machine and war racketeers on April
04, 1967 in his famous speech on Vietnam…and he paid for that bit of inspired,
courageous, honesty with his life exactly one year later. Casey had the naïve
gall to join the US Army thinking he would be making the world a better, safer
place… and he paid for that kind of immature (but honest) patriotic mistake with
his wonderful life.
Casey
was a brave and honorable man who we were told volunteered to go on the mission
that killed him to save the lives of his buddies. He was shot in the back of the
head and died a little while later in a medic's station while a medic was trying
to hold his brains in while the doctors tried to keep him breathing. We have
heard many wildly disparate stories of Casey's last few minutes on earth, I
don't know if we will ever know the truth. One thing I do know, however, is that
like Dr. King, Casey's murder will be to advance the cause for peace and in the
name of love.
I am
wholly and completely convinced that this aggression on Iraq is illegal, immoral
and appallingly unnecessary. I am also convinced that one drop of blood was one
drop of blood too much to be shed for this abomination in Iraq. Now oceans of
blood—both Iraqi and American—have been spilled for ruinous and disturbing
policies of very bad people in our government who have based their reasons for
invasion and occupation on their twisted imaginations and their seemingly
bottomless lust for power, profits, chaos and confusion.
Martin
Luther King, Jr. wrote this from the Birmingham Jail in 1963 and it is so
relevant today:
We
will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and
actions of bad people, but for the appalling silence of the good
people.
I must
regretfully admit that before my son was killed, I didn't publicly speak out
against the invasion/occupation of Iraq. I didn't shout out and say: "Stop! Stop
this insane rush to an invasion that has no basis in reality—don't invade a
country based on cherry-picked, prefabricated intelligence and contemptible
scare tactics!"
I
didn't stand up and scream: "Congress, don't you dare abrogate your
constitutional rights and responsibilities! Do not, under ANY circumstances give
the keys to our country to power-drunk, irresponsible and reckless maniacs!"
When
George threateningly stated in his disordered and defiant headlong rush to
disaster: "If you're not for us, you're against us," I will regret forever not
calling him on the phone and screaming: "I am SO against you and your repulsive
policies, you self-important man. I am against killing innocent people and I am
against you telling me it's unpatriotic to be against you and your murderous
philosophy!"
Why,
oh why, was I silent when the cowardly and capricious arm-chair warriors of the
Pentagon sent my son and over a million other brave young Americans to an
atrocious excuse (that never should have been fought in the first place) for a
war without the proper equipment, armor, training, supplies, or planning? I
should have boldly strode up the Pentagon and said: "Look here, Donald, not only
do you not go to war with the Army you "have", you make sure our precious life
blood is well protected if you do send them off to fight and how about not
sending our kids to die in the sand or soil of another country UNLESS it is
absolutely necessary to defend our own sand and soil?"
If I
had broken the bonds of my slavery to silence sooner, would Casey (and scores of
others) still be alive? I don't know. There were and still are so many good
people working for peace and justice and they have been for so many years. One
thing I do know, however, is that no matter how much I scream and cry and rail
against God, country, and humanity, I cannot bring Casey back. But, I have not
shut up since Casey was killed, nor will I be silent until every last one of our
nation's sons and daughters are brought back from this morally repugnant and
ill-fated war!! Nor, will I give up when this occupation is finished. I will
continue fighting for the children of the world and make sure a tragedy of
historic proportions like this never happens again. If I can save even one
mother here or there from the pain and agony I'm going through, then it will
have been so immensely worth it.
I
encourage and challenge every citizen of the world to do one small thing for
peace each day. Even if it is to nag your elected officials to demand the keys
of our country back from the all but convicted felons, liars and self-proclaimed
pro-life hypocrites who have them now.
Casey
and Dr. King were both violently killed on April 04 in different years and
during different wars…two wars that are really just two different sides of the
same coin. I want their deaths to mean something. I want them to count for peace
and justice, not violence and hatred.
I can
feel my son's presence urging me on to save his buddies. I can hear him
whispering in my ear and in my dreams: "Mom, finish my mission. Bring my buddies
home alive" I can hear Dr. King's words similarly challenging me to action: "The
question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists will
we be?"
Well, Casey, my son, my hero. Well, Dr. King, the hero of
millions, I pledge to be the kind of extremist who works for peace with justice
and who will never take "No" for an answer. I will strive to hold the bad people
in our government accountable for all of the heartache and emptiness they have
caused our world by their deliberate lies and deceptions and by their misuse of
power and their abuse of our nation's precious human resources. I will be the
kind of extremist who believes that our country can be taken back from the
corporatocracy and unethical war profiteers that have control of it now. I will
be the kind of extremist who believes that the people of Iraq can rebuild their
own country without the dangerous "help" of the American military presence and I
will be the kind of extremist who strives to bring our kids home from the Middle
East immediately.
If there ever was a time in our nation's history that required the passion and compassion of extremists, it is now: This very minute.
What kind of extremist will you be?
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