Daisy has posted something you really ought to read: on Abu Ghraib, on our national nightmares, and even with some commentary on radical feminism thrown in the mix.
When I read that, all I could think was “I just want to go back.”
But to what, exactly? Has there even been a time in this world’s history when innocent people didn’t suffer for the sins of others, while the perpetrators wiped the blood off their hands and called it “justice”?
No, I suppose not. But that doesn’t make the ghosts of Abu Ghraib any more terrifying.
And when I say that I want to go back, where I really want to head off to is my childhood; a time when I politics and facts were just things that I’d overheard about in boring conversations between adults, and when I didn’t have to face the idea of a person turned into a non-person and summarily beaten to death. By my own government.