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EXCERPTS FROM MARGARET ATWOOD'S,
Part six: America, you're lost
06 April 2003
Dear America
This is a difficult letter to write, because I'm no longer sure
who you are.
...I won't go into the reasons why I think your recent Iraqi adventures
have been -- taking the long view -- an ill-advised tactical error.
By the time you read this, Baghdad may or may not look like the
craters of the Moon, and many more sheep entrails will have been
examined. Let's talk, then, not about what you're doing to other
people, but about what you're doing to yourselves.
You're gutting the Constitution. Already your home can be entered
without your knowledge or permission, you can be snatched away and
incarcerated without cause, your mail can be spied on, your private
records searched. Why isn't this a recipe for widespread business
theft, political intimidation, and fraud? I know you've been told
all this is for your own safety and protection, but think about
it for a minute. Anyway, when did you get so scared? You didn't
used to be easily frightened.
You're running up a record level of debt. Keep spending at this
rate and pretty soon you won't be able to afford any big military
adventures. Either that or you'll go the way of the USSR: lots of
tanks, but no air conditioning. That will make folks very cross.
They'll be even crosser when they can't take a shower because your
short-sighted bulldozing of environmental protections has dirtied
most of the water and dried up the rest. Then things will get hot
and dirty indeed.
You're torching the American economy. How soon before the answer
to that will be not to produce anything yourselves, but to grab
stuff other people produce, at gunboat-diplomacy prices? Is the
world going to consist of a few mega-rich King Midases, with the
rest being serfs, both inside and outside your country? Will the
biggest business sector in the United States be the prison system?
Let's hope not.
If you proceed much further down the slippery slope, people around
the world will stop admiring the good things about you. They'll
decide that your city upon the hill is a slum and your democracy
is a sham, and therefore you have no business trying to impose your
sullied vision on them. They'll think you've abandoned the rule
of law. They'll think you've fouled your own nest.
The British used to have a myth about King Arthur. He wasn't dead,
but sleeping in a cave, it was said; in the country's hour of greatest
peril, he would return. You, too, have great spirits of the past
you may call upon: men and women of courage, of conscience, of prescience.
Summon them now to stand with you, to inspire you, to defend the
best in you. You need them.
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