AN OPEN LETTER TO GEORGE BUSH
You don’t mind if I call you George do you? When you sent me a letter
offering your condolences on the death of my son, Spc. Casey Austin
Sheehan, in the illegal and unjust war on Iraq, you called me Cindy,
so I naturally assume we are on a first name basis.
George, it has been seven months today since your reckless and wanton
foreign policies killed my son, my big boy, my hero, my best-friend:
Casey. It has been seven months since your ignorant and arrogant lack
of planning for the peace murdered my oldest child. It has been two
days since your dishonest campaign stole another election… but you all
were way more subtle this time than in
2000, weren’t you? You hardly had to get the Supreme Court of the
United States involved at all this week.
You feel so proud of yourself for betraying the country again, don’t
you? You think you are very clever because you pulled the wool over
the eyes of some of the people again. You think that you have some
mandate from God… that you can “spend your political capital” any way
that you want. George you don’t care or even realize that 56,000,000
plus citizens of this country voted against you and your agenda.
Still, you are going to continue your ruthless work of being a divider
and not a uniter. George, in 2000 when you stole that election and
the Democrats gave up, I gave up too. I had the most ironic thought
of my life then: "Oh well, how much damage can he do in four years?"
Well, now I know how much you have damaged my family, this country,
and this world. If you think I am going to allow you another four
years to do even more damage, then you truly are mistaken. I will
fight for a true vote count and if that fails, your impeachment.
Also, the impeachment of your Vice President. The only thing is, I'm
not politically savvy, and I don't have a Karl Rove to plan my
strategy, but I do have a big mouth and a righteous cause, which still
mean something in this country, I hope.
All of this lying, fooling, and betraying must be “hard work” George.
You really think you know what hard work is?
George, let me tell you what “hard work” really is.
Hard work is seeing your oldest son, your brave and honorable
man-child go off to a war that had, and still has, no basis in
reality. Hard work is worrying yourself gray and not being able to
sleep for 2 weeks because you don’t know if your child is safe.
Hard work is seeing your son’s murder on CNN one Sunday evening while
you’re enjoying the last supper you’ll ever truly enjoy again.
Hard work is having three military officers come to your house a few
hours later to confirm the aforementioned murder of your son… your
first born… your kind and gentle sweet baby.
Hard work is burying your child 46 days before his 25th birthday.
Hard work is holding your other three children as they lower the body
of their big “baba” into the ground. Hard work is not jumping in the
grave with him and having the earth cover you both.
But, Dear George, do you know what the hardest work of all is? Trying
to digest the fact that the leader of the country that your family has
fought for and died for, for generations, lied to you and betrayed
your dear boy’s sense of honor and exploited his courage and exploited
his loyalty to his buddies. Hard work is having your country abandon
you after they killed your son. Hard work is coming to the
realization that your son had his future robbed from him and that you
have had your son's future and future grand-children stolen from you.
Hard work is knowing that there are so many people in this world that
have prospered handsomely from your son's death.
George, I must confess that I and my family worked very HARD to
re-defeat you this time, but you refuse to stay defeated. Well, we
are watching you very carefully. We are going to do everything in our
power to have you impeached for misleading the American people into a
disastrous war and for mis-using and abusing your power as
Commander-in-Chief. We are going to scream until our last breath to
bring the rest of our babies home from this quagmire of a war that you
have gotten our country in to: before too many more families learn the
true meaning of Hard Work. We know it is going to be an uphill
battle, knowing how Republican Congress is, but thanks to you, we know
the meaning of Hard Work and we’re not afraid of hard work at all.
The 56,000,000 plus citizens who voted against you and your agenda
have given me a mandate to move forward with my agenda. Also, thanks
to you and your careless domestic policies, I am unemployed, so this
will be my full-time job. Being your political downfall will be the
most noble accomplishment of my life and it will bring justice for my
son and 1125 (so far) other brave Americans and tens of thousands of
innocent Iraqis your lies have killed. By the way, George, how many
more innocent Iraqis are your policies going to kill before you
convince them that you are better than Saddam? How many more of their
cities are you going to level before you consider that they are
liberated? If you really had any moral values, or if you were an
honorable man at all you would resign. My son was a man who had high
moral values and true courage. Humanity lost a bright light on April
04, 2004. I will live the rest of my life missing Casey desperately.
Thank you for that, George. Have a nice day.
God Bless America! We surely need it! Cindy Sheehan Broken hearted
mother of a True American Hero: Spc Casey Austin Sheehan, KIA 04/04/04
Sadr City, Baghdad
Cindy Sheehan's daughter Carly wrote the following entitled:
CARLY'S POEM - A Nation Rocked to Sleep
Have you ever heard the sound of a mother screaming for her son? The
torrential rains of a mother's weeping will never be done They call
him a hero, you should be glad that he's one, but Have you ever heard
the sound of a mother screaming for her son?
Have you ever heard the sound of a father holding back his cries? He
must be brave because his boy died for another man's lies The only
grief he allows himself are long, deep sighs Have you ever heard the
sound of a father holding back his cries?
Have you ever heard the sound of taps played at your brother's grave?
They say that he died so that the flag will continue to wave But I
believe he died because they had oil to save Have you ever heard the
sound of taps played at your brother's grave?
Have you ever heard the sound of a nation being rocked to sleep? The
leaders want to keep you numb so the pain won't be so deep But if we
the people let them continue another mother will weep Have you ever
heard the sound of a nation being rocked to sleep?
"War is at best barbarism... It's glory is all moonshine. It is only
those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans
of the wounded, who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more
desolation. War is hell." -- William Tecumseh Sherman
"You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of
your own." -- Antonio Porchia
"Today the real test of power is not capacity to make war but capacity
to prevent it." -- Anne O'Hare McCormick
"Next the statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the
nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those
conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and
refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by
convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the
better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque
-- Mark Twain 1916