"I keep hearing something that sounds like, “The innocent have nothing to fear…"
"If you don’t have anything to hide you don’t have anything to worry yourself about."
The torturer’s patois…
…and it occurs to me that, in another time, these are the same people who would bring their children to a public hanging and buy a few inches of the hangman’s rope for a souvenir.
They live in lovely cottages in suburban Dachau.
They righteously teach their slaves reading so his precious soul can be set free in the glorious red-ink words of Christ.
They concern themselves with the translation of their bibles into Navajo and Urdu and Tagalog.
They are never astonished to discover that rich and poor enjoy different access to, protection of and security from the law.
It’s a complicated and dangerous world, they say…and they should know…they helped to make it that way…and keep it that way.
He says the words, and his smile twitches under a magnificent handlebar mustache, and he turns the screw on the cunning machine that breaks your seditious bones.
She’s the one who reads your mail and then makes furtive phone calls to the authorities…
They are poisoners and thieves. Robbers of dignity and privacy. Sycophants and scabs and toadies. They are the Vichy, the collaborator, the stoolie and the fink. Iscariot and Iago. Benedict and Brutus.
I know you by the words you use.
…and the innocent have everything to fear…and everything to lose…especially from those who say things like, “The innocent have nothing to fear from the law.”