[amc] Blood Remains On the Hands

  • From: "Ray Gingerich" <RGingerich@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "Austin Center for Peace & Justice" <acpj@xxxxxxxxxx>,"Austin Mennonite Church" <amc@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2003 17:54:19 -0600

             
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        Published on Sunday, March 30, 2003 by the Long Island, NY Newsday  
            Blood Remains On the Hands  
            by Jimmy Breslin 
              
            The least blood, a small squirt when removing a needle, two drops, 
that's all, no more than two drops, and suddenly it is everywhere. It remains 
after all. Wipe and it returns. Look about and it is in two and three places. 
Wipe those places and the blood does not go away. Two drops appear as a needle 
comes out and then it is endless. 

            Blood from the body of a baby bombed to death in Baghdad, blood by 
the pint, running onto the street as fast as a swift river, has magic in its 
pure infant cells. Of course you cannot scrub the street clean because the 
blood from the baby already has covered the street and is in the air. 

            Blood from a bombed baby in Baghdad goes over the wide choking 
sands and it crosses mountains and then great land masses and then suddenly, 
over a channel, it is in Westminster, in London, and people look at the 
sidewalk and wonder where these large blood spots came from, and the officer on 
duty in front of 10 Downing Street looks at the door handle and worries, how 
did this get here without me seeing this and having it cleaned? He has a 
servant rush to the door with cloth and polish and he wipes the blood and 
polishes the door handles and then walks off and the guard happens to glance at 
the door handle and the blood is back, smeared bright new red over the polished 
handle. 

            The baby's blood is off to rush over the ocean, a strange red cloud 
poised to rain and it floats over the green of the Washington parks and goes 
down a sloping street to the State Department, where as a man opens a car door 
for Colin Powell he suddenly notices blood on the door handle and he quickly 
unfurls a handkerchief and wipes the handle and Powell gets in and the car goes 
off and the man who held the door is left in the driveway and he sees the red 
that is still on Powell's door handle. 

            When he leaves the car, Powell does not notice the door handle as 
he touches it himself. The blood red cloud goes over the river to the Pentagon 
and it suddenly pours on the car that takes Rumsfeld to an appearance, and this 
time the blood is left on the door handles of both sides. A sergeant wipes. The 
blood is there when Rumsfeld gets home. 

            The red cloud then comes down on the White House lawn and it does 
more than sprinkle, it splashes the helicopter of the president and he strolls 
out with his wife, his dog and his chesty walk and slight smirk and the wife at 
his side is smiling, for it is the end of the week and we are good, decent 
Christian people, God bless us and God bless everybody, and as they are about 
to get into the helicopter, an Air Force officer rushes up in alarm and says, 
please, just give us a moment, and he has three people scrubbing so quickly to 
clean the blood from the helicopter and then Bush and his wife get aboard and 
they fly off to Camp David, for where else would you go on a weekend, and as 
they have neglected to have two men hanging out of the windows and inspecting 
the sides of the craft in midair, nobody can see the blood back on the 
helicopter. 

            As they get off at at Camp David, Bush's hand brushes against baby 
blood on the plane, as does his wife's. 

            At this hour in London, Blair arises in the middle of his long 
night and goes to the bathroom to try and wash this blood off. He couldn't do 
it before he went to bed. 

            In Washington, Rumsfeld stares at the red splotches on both his 
hands and Colin Powell calls out that there must be something wrong with the 
soap because it does not get the blood off his hands. 

            At Camp David, Bush notices blood on his right hand and he goes to 
the bathroom to wash it off and he holds his hands under the water and rubs 
them with a bar of soap and then puts them under the water and he takes them 
out and holds them out to dry with a towel. He glances at his hands and sees 
the blood of the dead baby is bright on his fingers. He mutters and washes the 
hands again. 

            He will do it again. Again this year and then next year and through 
all the years because the blood remains forever on the hands. 

            Copyright © 2003, Newsday, Inc.

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