Saturday, June 09, 2007

It's not all about Bugaboos

Greg, who posts about once a minute on the coolest daddy schwag you can find (not that you can always afford, however) and who lets me shamelessly flog my blog on his blog, posted this photo this evening, which makes me want to cry:

I want to cry for this man, for his son, for the soldier who cut this man's hands free so he could hold his son, for the soldiers who had to arrest a four-year-old, and for my country.

If DickBush still believes that we're spreading democracy rather than fomenting hatred of the country that I love, perhaps we should ziptie their hands behind their backs and sit them down in the sand with black sacks over their heads. See how much they love us after a few days of that.

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  1. I'm crying as I type this. I have a 4 year old boy, and I cannot imagine what it would be like for him. My cynical side dismisses this as a "look we're humanitarian" photo-op, but I have to be glad for small blessings like a boy being about to be with his father.

    We won't promote peace and kindness in the world through hateful, violent action. Just try spanking your kid and seeing how soon they turn around and hit when they get upset.

  2. With all the misery I see all the time while on stay at Chez Healing, I am still in awe at the level of horror and sadness I can feel looking at this image.


  3. Oh, that just breaks my heart.

    And puts things into perspective.

    No matter what kind of day I matter what little thing I feel I can't live without...No matter what, my life is so blessed compared to many others. At the end of the day, I am so lucky. I am so blessed that I don't know that horror; that fear: for the parent or the child...

  4. Henitsirk: I think the only reason that I didn't cry is that I couldn't allow myself to start.

    Vampdaddy: That adds some perspective, and got me thinking . . . as bad as things are at Chez Healing, they were not inflicted from one person onto another, but this was. And that makes a difference.

    L-P: The only thing I wanted to do other than cry was to go hold 3B, but he was slumbering peacefully, and Grandma always says, "Never wake a sleeping baby." And I do what Grandma says. Oh, but I hold him a little tighter now.

  5. Wow. What a completely powerful picture. It's absolutely heartbreaking.

    I don't think I'll forget that any time soon.