Claim you are the Party of Family Values, and ban abortion but rob the funds for prenatal care, school lunches, food stamps, teacher salaries, college financial aid. Get ‘em born and forget ‘em, or better, keep ‘em poor so they become the ultimate resource: more fodder for your army.
Then dedicate your platform to soldiers going to war for your greed, but keep your own children from the front, and turn a blind eye to the maimed, the homeless, those your wars wounded invisibly, who can no longer sleep for fear that followed them home. If they survived your war, let them kill themselves.
Say you are believers in the American Dream then deny it to anyone who does not look like you or comes fleeing some country you can’t find on a map. Or rob those already here who thought they had achieved it when you revolve back to your pillaging corporate job.
Mouth the words freedom of religion and conscience but show no mercy no justice, no love.
You are the worst kind of liars, warping words into unintelligible contradictions, deceiving with fear, and harming those who trusted you while you prosper.
No news that makes you look bad (election statistics). No news that asks blunt questions (where are your taxes?). No news that your spicey mouthpiece can’t pronounce (anything not English and some that is). No news from media you don’t like (anything not Breitbart). No news that shows you’re incapable of this job (all the news).
No news that contradicts your alternative facts. No news about Jews even if they’re already dead in a particularly satisfying way. No news about immigrants greasing the wheels of commerce especially if it’s about you not paying them to clean your hotels.
No news that doesn’t acknowledge your greatness. No news that you can’t deny. No news that criticizes your puppet master. No news that shows us who is the true Enemy of the People.
Amidst the lies of their non-existence the papers surface, a draft waiting to be numbered, dated, and signed: eleven pages of White Nationalist send-‘em-back-where-they-came-from hate and what amounts to ethnic cleansing, turning a hundred thousand National Guardsmen on their own people. How many of those first- and second-generation immigrants wearing their new country’s cammo do you think would comply with such an order, Mein Herr? We’ve done this before, in my lifetime and yours, when threatened by challenges to the status quo. Four young people ended up dead at a college in Ohio, shot by other kids their own age. And you would do that to us again, Mein Herr?
There is no national emergency involving immigrants, no plot to blow up the White House or even Target (no, white male citizens who look a lot like you are doing that). No need for the well regulated militia necessary to the security of a free State to participate in knocking on doors asking for papers, Mein Herr, and rounding up women and children, fathers or sons going to work and school each day —unless you don’t like their color, their accent, their food, their voices, their music and art, their existence, their right to freedom and opportunity on a level playing field that includes you, Mein Herr.
“One bullet stops a lot of thuggery.” –Dan Adamini, secretary of the Marquette County, Michigan, GOP, calling for "another Kent State" for protesters
But whose, sir?
If we shout down the verbal thuggery of a white immigrant who thinks he belongs here but others don’t, are we the thugs, then? Is our violence, which leaves him shaken but not stirred, somehow worse, than stirring others to ropes and guns, fists and knives? Is a bullet in my brain for saying we are all one better than tea tossed into the harbor and a small fire that hurt no one? Do you hear yourself? How is it calling for “an end to violence” to propose shooting someone for demanding that bigots shut the hell up?
That grandmother once drove without a license and used a number not her own to get a job, support her children, pay taxes. She’s lived here for two decades under our watchful eye and checks in every year to let us know, she’s sorry and she hasn’t gone bad. This year, she didn’t come back. They found her later in a white van bound for a country she scarcely knows anymore and once escaped for good reason, to what end?
Now, like the Underground Railroad, people in Canada are ferrying others to a freedom we no longer offer. Syrians, Somalis, the brown and the black, wading through waist-deep snow wearing inadequate clothing losing fingers to frostbite in desperation rather than their lives and hopes to ICE.
In the harbor, Liberty’s new sign says, America First and That America is Not You.
It’s not who gets in but what gets out that’s the problem.
No matter how often Border Control turns away Canadian women on their way to march with their sisters because they are not T-Rump supporters — No matter how often they try to justify holding a five-year-old alone, in a big airport, away from his mother because even at his age, you never know, right? No matter what wall, what ban, what policy —
Word gets out, and words get out, too. Some of those words, no doubt spoken by Border Control (how 1984-esque that sounds!) have flowed in a steady stream, northward, like sand nigger, terrorist, jihadi, Islamic extremist, Not Like Us.
Last night, those words murdered six people in a Quebec City mosque while they were praying for their brothers and sisters trapped in the no man’s land between one country that wants to kill them and the other that is sure they want to kill us.
This kind of border, impermeable to love, leaks hate and death freely, until there is a moat of it around us even we inside can’t cross.
The Perfidy Report is back. This blog originated in the early days of the W administration, when Dick Cheney et al. opened Guantanamo Bay and began to use torture and disappearance as a method of "security." It operated up until the time that Obama was elected and was then, optimistically, deleted.
I'm bringing it back now because there needs to be both a record of the awful things the new T-Rump (also known as the Orange Cheeto, although I feel this maligns a perfectly fine snack food, and the Bigot in Chief or Liar in Chief, or Trumpacabra) administration is trying to normalize, and a place for my own resistance that is not on Facebook. I'm starting with the following running tally, and this will be pinned to the top of the blog and added to every damn day he cocks something up, because that's what it's going to be like: new perfidy every damn day.
In addition, I'm using this as another place to post one of my own activist responses, which is the writing of political poetry. It's shaping up to be a collection called Days of Perfidy, so this is a perfect place for it. No doubt there will be other response to the outrageousness here too. Feel free to share, but I've turned off comments, because I'm not interested in the comments of trolls. If you want to interact, find me on Facebook. It's pretty easy. I'm the only Lee Kottner on it.