Thursday, September 22, 2011
The face of Innocence?
It's possible Mr. Davis was the only true Christian in the room at the time of his death, as the murdered policeman's family, including his two sons, witnessed the calculated, slow murder of a black man. In a final gesture of Christian kindness, Mr. Davis raised his head from the gurney to tell the dead cops' family he was "sorry for their loss" and reassure them he did not kill their father, son, husband, that he hoped they would try to find the real killer, and then proceeded to forgive his murderers (as Jesus forgave those who executed him), to bless them, before laying his head down to have what was left of his life taken from him.
All that time there was a LAWYER in the White House, a man who understood clearly how flimsy the case against this man was, a man who could have granted this man clemency at the last minute, after all appeals, including one that took the US Supreme Court an unusual four hours to finally deny, had been exhausted. The President knew there was no evidence against this man. But no, Ol' Hand-Picked, pippin' honky Obama wasn't touchin this one with a ten foot pole.
There's a scene in The West Wing in which President Bartlet asks an aide, "Why is a Kundunese [black] life worth less to me than an American one?" To which his aide (who he fully expects will exonerate him) bravely replies, "I don't know, Mr. President, but it is."
Man, Obama could use an aide like that.
“Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep for ever.”
Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia
That quote requires some thought. Read it again. Jefferson's warning cautions us to administer justice fairly, that eventually we will pay for not doing so.
In the early seventies a friend of mine was arrested for throwing watermelons on the White House lawn, protesting some racist policy or other. Were I Troy Davis' mother, I'd have a few choice words for my homey in the White House. A few watermelons wouldn't even begin to express my rage.
The entire nation of Greece is on strike, clogging the streets with fury and their refusal to be forced to their knees as the bitches of the rentier bankers. The world condemns America's use of the death penalty, both here at home and via covert government and military "actions". But this is how we vent our rage at the results of our own lousy political choices. We vent it at innocents around the world, mindless acts of blaming the victim. The Nation in Denial, armed to the teeth and loaded for bear.
While in America's streets, cowardice reigns.
Except of course for the youthful few here. And right on, there.
Here's the letter Troy posted to those who tried to help him.