Why is My Country Bombing These Poor People?

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it's nice to be reminded that a lot of ordinary americans are not the mindless, 
flag-waving neandertals that the media and their "opinion polls" would have us 
believe...


Monday, March 31, 2003 by the Times/UK
Why is My Country Bombing These Poor People?
by James Doran

THE words of Emma Lazarus inscribed at the foot of the Statue of Liberty should 
be adopted by Greyhound Lines as a corporate logo.

At the Port Authority bus depot on Eighth Avenue in Manhattan, the tired, the 
poor and the huddled masses whom Lazarus invited to the United States gather to 
take long, cramped journeys by road.

At the front of the 1375 to Pittsburgh is Mary Singletary, 60, from 
Connecticut, who is off to visit her daughter in Newark, New Jersey. Like many 
Americans, she does not like the idea of flying during the war. Her son, 
Raymond, 38, is in the US Navy aboard the USS Constellation somewhere in the 
Gulf. She hears from him almost every day, but still worries constantly.

?I don?t like war, period. That?s it,? she says, ?but all you can do is keep on 
living. And hope that he does, too.?

Hearing a discussion about the war, the dozen passengers aboard the stuffy bus 
look up from their newspapers or open dozing eyes, hopeful for a distraction 
from the stench of the chemical lavatory.

None of them likes the idea of war ? and none understands why the US is engaged 
in conflict in Iraq at all.

George Aroserea, 57, a kitchen porter from New Jersey, says: ?I am frightened 
by this. I think if we keep fighting, maybe the terrorists will come back here 
and we will be fighting in America.?

Hilda Navarro, 70, agrees: ?I would like to tell George Bush: ?Stop it! Right 
now!? ? The three passengers have seen many wars during their lives as 
immigrants in America, each one fought by their sons and daughters. ?You don?t 
get Bush and his family going over there,? George says.

Greyhound buses skirt around the edge of American society. Approaching towns on 
the early part of the route, the driver sneaks us through back streets into the 
forecourt of a crumbling concrete depot, as much a remnant of the 1950s as the 
bus itself. While the Iraq debate rages, a quiet man in the fourth row stares 
at a photograph.

He is Lobsane Tsultim and he is from Tibet. The woman in the picture is Kisan, 
his wife, whom he has not seen in five years because she is living in exile in 
India, like his parents and his brother. In broken English he says politely: 
?If George Bush wants to help people who are not free, then why does he not 
help people in Tibet and fight a war to get rid of the Chinese? Thank you.?

The point is lost, however, as a child at the back of the bus screams. His 
mother shouts: ?Joshua, if you don?t shut up I?m going to punch you in the 
mouth.?

Ruel Stewart, 60, from Handsworth in Birmingham, was a paratrooper before 
emigrating to the US. ?I don?t think Mr Bush has any right to go around the 
world telling people how to behave in their own backyard. As for that Mr Blair 
? he is just a lapdog.?

At Camden, New Jersey, the bus fills up. .Cassandra Fitzpatrick, 34, and her 
sister, Yolanda Smith, 17, are keen to join the argument. ?I?m from Panama, and 
boy, we?ve seen it all before, when they went to get Noriega. They took their 
time looking for him, killing people. Seems to me they should have knocked on 
the door where they was mailing the checks to, right?? Cassandra?s uncle is in 
the US Army, based at Fort Bliss, Texas, waiting to be deployed. ?Sure, I worry 
about this. People are putting their lives on the line so Bush can go finish 
something his Daddy started. We are living day by day. All the billions of 
dollars on the bombs and reconstructing Iraq. There?s people here in Jersey 
need food and houses. What about reconstructing America?? Cassandra gets a 
little round of applause as the back of the bus turns into an episode of the 
Ricki Lake Show.

It is only a couple of hundred miles to Philadelphia, but it has taken the best 
part of four hours to reach the so-called ?city of brotherly love?. At the bus 
station, a security guard is busy breaking up a fight in the men?s lavatory 
while bored travelers shove quarters into the clockwork televisions in the 
waiting room. They are all tuned to the news, and pictures of war.

But Sheila and Benjy Garcia do not watch. ?My feelings towards the war is I 
hate it,? Sheila says. ?Me, too,? Benjy agrees. ?We want peace.? She worries 
about the Iraqi people. ?Why is my country bombing these poor people? They are 
more poor than people here, and we bomb them. It is terrible.?

At King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, Robert Mann, 62, a lorry driver from 
Columbia, Mississippi, boards. ?You writing about the war, fella?? he asks. 
?Well, you got protesters here, I can tell.?

Some students shift nervously in their seats. ?Damn protesters. You got 
billionaires paying them $25 a day to go protesting. Its un-American.? His 
outburst is too much for Kyra Klossner, 18, a student from Kalamazoo 
University, Michigan. ?You don?t know what you?re talking about. Have you heard 
of the Council for the New American Century? Do you know that Dick Cheney and 
Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz have been itching for this war for, like, ten years?? 
she says, as her friend, Emilia Wright, nods.

In pitch-black night through driving rain, the bus grinds its slow progress up 
Blue Mountain. We have covered a circuitous 500 miles or so in a little under 
12 hours. Elena Zhdankina, 35, a linguistics PhD student from Vladivostok, 
says: ?In Russia we say we are always armed and neutral. Ready for anything. 
This is a good position. You Americans know nothing about geography and 
history. You are always too quick to fight and too quick to make mistakes.?

James Pearson, 47, from Birmingham, Alabama, laughs at her. ?What about your 
guys in Chechnya? All countries are the same, man. They spend all this money on 
fighting when we should be spending money on education.?

Approaching Pittsburgh, the driver says over the loudspeaker: ?Ladies and 
gentlemen, there are some things we can change and some things we can?t. Now 
remember: ?Lord grant me the serenity to change the things I can change and to 
accept the things I can?t change.? Thirty-two years driving for Greyhound 
taught me that. Oh yes sir, they taught me that.?  [...]

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