Dear Minister,
Do you ever lie awake dreaming about a little girl with blonde curls and big blue eyes, sobbing for a mother who is never coming to pick her up from preschool? You lacked both the courage and the decency to simply say "no." You held every bit of state and constitutional authority necessary to help her, yet you chose to turn your back and order your subordinates to "study" her case instead.
Listen, Minister, you’re a politician. Tell me, what does a person like you actually value? Is it just your seat at the table? Is it my vote? What do people even call "values" these days?
Personally, I hold you and the entire political establishment responsible for the death of a mother whose child never knew her to be healthy. She was a wonderful woman—someone I met once who won my heart instantly. She was my peer, an American through and through, someone who loved this country, and while fellow Americans stepped up to help her, you didn't. You aren't one of us!
Sleep well tonight knowing the blood is on your hands. You have one less vote to worry about. Mine. Not that we ever meant anything to you anyway.
Do you ever lie awake dreaming about a little girl with blonde curls and big blue eyes, sobbing for a mother who is never coming to pick her up from preschool? You lacked both the courage and the decency to simply say "no." You held every bit of state and constitutional authority necessary to help her, yet you chose to turn your back and order your subordinates to "study" her case instead.
Listen, Minister, you’re a politician. Tell me, what does a person like you actually value? Is it just your seat at the table? Is it my vote? What do people even call "values" these days?
Personally, I hold you and the entire political establishment responsible for the death of a mother whose child never knew her to be healthy. She was a wonderful woman—someone I met once who won my heart instantly. She was my peer, an American through and through, someone who loved this country, and while fellow Americans stepped up to help her, you didn't. You aren't one of us!
Sleep well tonight knowing the blood is on your hands. You have one less vote to worry about. Mine. Not that we ever meant anything to you anyway.