The slightly built six year old boy was running, actually stumbling through the brush. The blood seemed to be streaming from his forehead- such a little cut causing quite a panic. Yet, to him, this little boy, when his head hit that rock from the fall from the tree that he shouldn’t have been climbing, the blood gave credence to his fear. So, he ran for his mother! She wasn’t at their summer bungalow! He kept running, crying and breathing hard, until he heard the voices and found her. It seemed all the mothers from the bungalow colony were there, having their daily coffee klatch. He stopped by the doorway and screamed for her, as he wiped another round of fresh blood from his forehead. The tears engulfed him as he stood there…. waiting for his mother! She appeared at the door. Gazing at his state, she too fell into a panic. “He’s going to die, oh my God, my son is going to die!!” He searched for her with his little six year old arms, awaiting the caress and the safety that never arrived. Suddenly, another figure, another kid’s mother, pushed his own mother out of the way. She came upon him and held him in her arms. “You’re going to be all right son; it’s just a little scrape. Here, come inside and let me clean that up for you. Everything is going to be all right. You’re OK…we’re all your mothers here!” He remembered those words, coupled with her firm and secure embrace, with all that warmth transferred unto his own shivering and cold little being. She led him inside, to the safety of a mother’s world.
We live in a time of great uncertainty. Not so much what our leaders and media have labeled as the “War on Terror.” Throughout history, most nations, including our own, were created through acts of terrorism. No, the uncertainty we face is much deeper, much more sinister than that. We live in a great country where the use of lies and half truths has been taken to a new level. Mothers Day is upon us, and over 4000 US mothers must mourn once again. Perhaps 500,000 Iraqi, Afghan, Libyan and Pakistani mothers must do the same, as death knows no hierarchy of importance (each soul, in the eyes of our Creator, is as important as the next, yes?).
The polls now show that more than half the American public realizes they were lied into supporting the so called War with Iraq. So, after 9 years of hype and spin, most Americans now join with the majority of the world in this realization. The illegal surveillance of our citizens, the torture of detainees, the hundreds of billions of wasted tax dollars, and, of highest spiritual importance, the death of our children…of every mother’s child, for a bunch of lies! Lies that were needed to further advance an empire, feed cronyism and the military industrial complex that Eisenhower himself, 51 years ago, warned us about. The Bush twins did not serve or die in the desert for this crusade, now did they? Likewise, neither did the children and grandchildren of the Congress and our embedded media that beat the drum to war. No, it’s the American, Iraqi, Afghan, Pakistani, and Libyan mothers who shall shed more tears this Mothers Day. They hold the key to rally this nation off of the couch and onto the street corners. They should and could be the role models for us all, as we stand together and state: ‘Not in my name!’
Philip A. Farruggio is son and grandson of Brooklyn, NYC longshoremen. He is a free lance columnist (found on the fine Dandelion Salad site), an environmental products sales rep and an activist. Since 2010, Philip is a spokesperson for the 25% Solution Movement to Save Our Cities by cutting military spending 25%. Philip can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.