No way we could let it happen
This is a picture of Yemeni children sleeping with their hands over their ears.
They’re trying to drown out the sounds of airstrikes, while simultaneously hoping they live through the night.
To many of my “I’m-no-foreign-policy-expert” friends in the U.S., it’s kinda sad and regrettable these kids must sleep with their hands over their ears.
For me, it’s a little different.
I grew up dirt poor.
I would have been one of those kids, covering my ears because I had no other choice.
Last week, I wrote:
‘Cause, let me be clear: If I’d been born in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, or Libya, my mom, my siblings, and I would have been among those bombed or starved to death thanks to Clinton. We’d have had no resources to escape, and no hope … save the tiniest sliver of hope that Americans might, before me and mine died, learn to see and join together to speak up in a way that reflected their acknowledgment that
The U.S.A. is currently bombing seven predominantly Muslim countries in Africa and the Middle East. (I called it genocide before I read about United Nations representatives already using the word more than fifteen years ago.)
Affable, eloquent President Obama has expanded the campaign of terror built by George W. Bush. He’s done it with the consent of the people he leads, who–so far–have not bothered calling on him for change.
Like the predators who once preyed upon me and my siblings, those around me go, “He can’t be a bad guy! He’s so nice!”
Nice is tactical, y’all. Nice is meant to win you.
It’s the magician making you look into his eyes while his hands do crafty things.
It’s thanks to President Obama and relatively affluent U.S. citizens that hundreds of thousands of Yemeni children are starving to death right now.
‘Cause, see, there’s lots of oil in the region. And Saudi Arabia is a key U.S. ally, which means we must help them at all costs–yes, even when that cost is in hundreds of thousands of human lives, and even when they routinely target civilians.
The Democratic presidential nominee, Hillary Clinton, took lots and lots of Saudi money into her family foundation while she was U.S. Secretary of State. She approved record arms sales to them, enabling them to obliterate the poorest of the poor in their quest for dominance. (“Oh, you stop that!” scolds the Obama administration without any real efforts to change anything. “That’s not very nice!”)
The elder Clintons needed lots of money to pay for their daughter’s wedding with Foundation funds, see.
Hillary Clinton was the most prominent “Democratic” advocate of the Iraq War. She advocated for it without having read the 90-page document that might have swayed her against it.
90 pages. Hundreds of thousands of lives destroyed, all so she could show her American stripes.
Then, a few years ago, she said it was time to start thinking of Iraq as a “business opportunity.”
Kill more people, get more oil.
So I’m trying to find the bright side. I’m trying to prepare myself to find people who’ll go, “Oh, shit, we’ve been endorsing that in Yemen?!” after election day.
But, holy shit. In the meantime, I’m stuck with people celebrating their votes for Hillary. Their votes for identity politics: “I’m voting for a woman, which means I must be doing the right thing, yeah!!!!!”
They celebrate their alleged vote for human rights with no concept whatsoever how the Clintons have devastated people at home and abroad for decades.
They’d just have to do two hours of research. Maybe three hours.
I look at that all and I feel hopeless.
Because I would be dead, if I were born in Yemen and my survival were left to such people.
I would be dead because they said, “Lady president! Yeah!” and didn’t bother digging one centimeter deeper.
And so comfortable 38-year-old me faces the uncomfortable dissonance of being relatively okay now, surrounded by people who are relatively okay now, and yet remembering what it was like to not be remotely okay before.
Knowing that hundreds of thousands of people are not-okay right now …
… because we Americans don’t, in the end, really see them as people.
If we did, there’s no way we could let it happen.
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