(written on Monday the Sixth of August Twenty Oh Seven)
Nothing else will ever phase me again. The treachery of the congress can cause me no mental anguish merely more crimes and criminals to be noted and held answerable. The bold face capitulation to the administration's demand for even more leeway with our civil liberties was shocking at first but now it is a mental footnote. A signpost in the memories that have become minefields. The pain and rage I felt for them is nothing but a muted recording; an angry voice on a radio turned down and poorly tuned. I know what they did but its just one more reason today came about.
I don't fear water boarding, electrical shock, stress positions, or sleep deprivation. Right now I would welcome the distractions. The administration can poke, pull, prod, or probe and I doubt I would change expressions. The forces of wrong and repression may come upon me and I will fight fiercely and give no regard for whether or not I will face bullets, blades, bludgeons, gas, grenades, gallows, or the electric chair. The Executive and his cadre of cronies and enablers will face the wall for trying to unmake our constitution but they face hell if I ever take a mind to make them answer for today.
This was the first and worst barrier to overcome on the road to freedom. No torture can ever replicate the anguish endured in this test. No thirst or hunger or weariness or solitude will ever be as vast as the emptiness I feel now. No wound could ever cause me to bleed as I am bleeding right now. I told her I wouldn't be able to see her for awhile. That I was going to be more mobile and that she would need stability and structure I couldn't provide. I told her I need to do work that made sure she had a safe and free society to in which she could grow and live. I gave her an Eisenhower dollar and pointed to the years and said 'this is the year America Declared its Independence and this year, 200 years later, is the year your father was born. Keep this coin safe and take it out when you want to think of me. " she said she'd never put it away.
Today I made my daughter cry so I could take the first steps to making somebody, anybody, answer for these crimes and treasons. They have names, each of the tears she cried today. George, Alberto, Dick, Condi, Karl, Nancy, Harry, the list goes on. And the people for whom I name my child's tears will answer for that drop of water and salt given up by my daughter. I can bare what I must do. I can bare to bring a voice and a presence to the fight and to do all things an American must do when their liberty is threatened. I do this and ask for nothing but demand my freedom. What I cannot bare and what I will have payment for is making my daughter bare a portion of my sacrifice. I can't bare the thought that she is just one of many scared and sad children who have been told that by a parent that they have to go away because of this Government's mistakes. So those of you who have committed, aided in, enabled, or failed to pursue the crimes of this Government know now that whatever comes of these crimes you now owe for one tear from a six year old girl. I will collect, there will be interest, and it will be steep.