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by A PROUD AMERICAN Irma S.
Chambers
The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war. My
husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the
Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our
country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation.
My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our
front living room window.
He told him: "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
"I see trees and cars and our neighbors
houses." he replied.
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the
Our son giggled and said "OK."
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every
house and yard on this block is a different country." my husband said.
"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window
and see that man come out
of his house with his wife and he has her by the
hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the
face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to
kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are
crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and afraid
of their father. You see all of this son....what do
you do?"
"Dad?"
"What do you do son?!"
"I call the police, Dad."
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and
they take your call,
listen to what you know and saw but
they refuse to help. What do you do then
son?!"
"Dad, but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to
whine.
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is
not their place or your
place to get involved and that you
should stay out of it," my husband says.
"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want
you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're
pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."
"Daddy...he kills them?"
"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door
neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my
husband says.
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop hi
"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?"
Our son starts to cry.
"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask
for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and
puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
"What Daddy?"
"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her
door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and
then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in he window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"
"Daddy..."
"WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"
Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I close the
blinds, Daddy."
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him...
"Why?"
"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help...people who needs
it....and they won't help....You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP
neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him...I'm
afraid....I can't do it by myself...Daddy.....I can't look out my window and
just watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do
nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....so I can't see what he's
doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."
I start to cry.
My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking
pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husbands
questions and he tells him...."Son"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Open the blinds because that man....he's at your front
door..."WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!!"
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up this tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes,
without hesitation he says: "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET
HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT
HIM!!!!!"
I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his chest
and hugs him tight, and cries..."It's too late to fight him, he's too
strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him
BEFORE he killed his wife. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do
it alone, before......it's too late." my husband whispers.
THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with
So that my nine year old son won't grow up in a world where he feels that if
he just "closes" that blinds the atrocities in the world won't affect
him. Today the second day of "WAR on