…at the Gotham History Festival, right across the street from the Empire State Building. I was there for four hours after I knew what was happening and was scared but stayed right there.
The people who are protesting have every right to do it, I guess, and I have every right to ignore them and call them for the children they are. No, I take that back–children have a certain cold practicality when needed that these folks lack. But they’re so damn ill-informed, most of them, that they drive me nuts! Yeah, “Stop the racist war!” OK, who’s the race? Arabs? Afghans? Dark-skinned caucausians like bin Laden? Muslims? And there’s only gonna be lily-white soldiers and sailors on our ships and planes?
You have to wonder if these kids have ever seen soldiers or know anybody who is a soldier–they have the weirdest ideas about our armed forces and how they work. They seem to envision carpet bombings and My Lai’s everywhere our guys and gals in uniform intersect with the world.
And look, nobody’s saying America’s perfect. We have helped create some of these situations but we can’t control everything. You would think that the mujahadeen who came out from all over to drive out the Soviets would, after they drove out the Soviets, go home, you know, like soldiers do? But they stayed and kept fighting with each other. Sheesh, even General Lee retired.
But hey, let’s be consistent. I’m Irish-American so the UK can go screw itself if they take out Big Ben. Sierra Leoneans do nasty things to girls’ genitals and so do the Egyptians, so forget economic and food aid. Russia? Hey, when I was a little girl I was taught to hide under my desk if I heard a certain kind of alarm because you were trying to kill us all! And so forth.
Did you see Osama’s statement released today? This guy makes Milosevic look level-headed. Even if we do “get him to trial”, he won’t acknowledge the court’s jurisdiction because it isn’t Islamic. And even if it is he’ll say it isn’t Islamic enough.
What I see when I walk by Union Square Park is that, when I turn away from it, I can see the grave of five thousand or so people, and when I turn back towards the park, I see people who seem to have interest in getting justice for them. And that I can’t understand.