I am wary of extraordinary
presidential powers. I am just as wary of those who intend to use the
existence of the document as an excuse to raise the shade of martial law, as
parents do the bogeyman.
middle-class parents, I am torn between the politics of convenience and
appeasement and capitalism, and the politics of justice and preference for the
poor. I try very hard to imagine the gray in between, hoping we can all live
there in peace somehow, and what I get in my head is protesters being hosed down
by smiling riot police. (“Preemptive strike” assumes those striking preemptively
are quite sure of what they’re preempting.
I imagine us sitting on a long, long
fence that joins the horizon, clutching our children, apprehensively watching