In 1971, when the album Imagine came out, American soldiers were dying by the thousands in Vietnam. The title song on the album was so captivating that the other tunes didn’t get much notice; however, one of them is surely among the greatest by John Lennon. It should become the soundtrack to The Cindy Sheehan Story: Courageous Mother Who Stopped the Bush War in Iraq:
“Give Me Some Truth”
I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight-short sighted-narrow minded hypocrites.
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic-psychotic-pig headed politicians.
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short haired-yellow bellied son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna Mother Hubbard soft-soap me with just a
Pocketful of hope, money for dope, money for rope
I’m sick to death of seeing things from tight lipped-
Condescending-mommy’s little chauvinists.
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes of schizophrenic-
ego centric
Paranoiac-prima donnas.
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
Cindy Sheehan is an American hero. She is suffering the hell that is Texas in August, but she is cool, for she has suffered a hell much worse than soaring temperatures. She has suffered the most painful of all sufferings: the death of her child. Because she hopes her son’s death was not in vain and because she believes it was caused by the deceitful decisions of his commander in chief, she wants some explanation and an honest acknowledgment of her loss. But what her broken heart really wants is some truth.
So far, she has gotten none. Dubya and Laura didn’t even wave as their Texas convoy of SUV’s zoomed by the protesters – and the nearly 2,000 crosses they have erected, representing the American servicemen and women who have died in Iraq – on their way to a fund-raising barbecue.
Meanwhile, the right-wing press and other administration lackeys do as they are told: They smear Sheehan, ridicule her, question her integrity. They make fun of her, calling her names like “cow” and “media whore.” They attempt to divide her family. And they do it while calling themselves Christians, a religion founded by a man called the Prince of Peace.
The humble questions of this mother are shining like bright lights in a dark cave. Her truth is penetrating the hearts of Americans.
September 11th will soon be here, along with the “celebrations” of patriotism that will accompany it. That day cannot come soon enough for the president, because during the dog days of August, a brave mother of a dead soldier is making him run and hide. Just by asking for some truth.
Cheri DelBrocco writes “Mad as Hell,” a recurring column on the Flyer Web site, MemphisFlyer.com.