Dear John Letter!!!

Discussion in 'Green Room' started by bheagle, Jun 18, 2002.

  1. bheagle

    bheagle Guest

    The following is a letter read by Claire Braz-Valentine, the author, at
    this year's Celebration of the Muse, Cabrillo College. It is worth
    knowing that the author is a woman of over 60.

    AN OPEN LETTER TO JOHN ASHCROFT, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF THE UNITED STATES
    In January 28, 2002, Attorney General John Ashcroft announced that he
    spent $8,000 of taxpayer's money for drapes to cover up the exposed
    breast of The Spirit of Justice, an 18 ft aluminum statue of a woman that
    stands in the Department of Justice's Hall of Justice.

    John, John, John, you've got your priorities all wrong. While men fly
    airplanes into skyscrapers, dive bomb the pentagon, while they stick
    explosives into their shoes, and then book a seat right next to us, while
    they hide knives in their luggage, steal kids on school buses,
    take little girls from their beds at night, drive trucks into our state
    capital buildings, while our president calls dangerous men all over the
    world evildoers and devils, while we live in the threat of biological
    warfare, nuclear destruction, annihilation, you are out buying yardage to
    save Americans from the appalling alarming, abominable aluminum alloy of
    evil, that terrible ten foot tin tittie. You might not be able to find Bin
    Laden, but you sure as hell found the hooter in the hall of justice.

    It's not that we aren't grateful. But while we were begging the women of
    Afghanistan to not cover up their faces, you are begging your staff members
    to just cover up that nipple, to save the American people from that
    monstrous metal mammary. How can we ever thank you?

    So, in your office every morning, in your secret prayer meeting, while an
    American woman is sexually assaulted every 6 seconds, while anthrax
    floats around the post office and settles in the chest of senior
    citizens, you've got another chest on your mind. While American sons
    arrive home in body bags and heat seeking missiles fly around a foreign
    country looking for any warm body, you think of another body.
    And you pray for the biggest bra in the world. John, you see that breast on
    the Spirit of Justice in the spirit of your own inhibited sexuality.

    And when we women see our grandmothers, our mothers, our daughters, our
    granddaughters, our sisters, ourselves, when we women see that statue, the
    Spirit of Justice, we see the spirit of strength, the spirit of
    survival.

    Every day we view innocent bodies dragged out of rubble, and women and
    children laid out like thin limp dolls and baptized into death as
    collateral damage, and we see the hollow-eyed Afghani mother whose milk has
    dried up underneath her burka in famine, in shame, and her children
    are dead at her breast.

    While you look at that breast, John, that jug on the Spirit of Justice,
    and deal with your thoughts of lust and sex and nakedness, we see it as a
    testimony to motherhood. You see it as a tit.
    It's not the money it cost. It's the message you send. We've got the
    right to live in freedom. We've got the right to cheat Americans out of
    millions of dollars and then just not want to tell Congress about it.

    We've got the right to drop bombs, night and day, on a small country
    that has no army, no navy, no military at all, because we've got the right
    to bear arms. But we just better not even think about the right to bare
    breasts.

    So now John, you can be photographed while you stand there and talk about
    guns and bombs and poisons without that breast appearing over your right
    shoulder, without that bodacious bosom bothering you and we just wanted to
    tell you in the spirit of justice, in the spirit of truth, John, there is
    still one very big boob left standing there in that picture.
     
  2. jawshoouh

    jawshoouh Guest

    hehe, she's my hero :)