Yttrandefrihet, vadå?
Det här är väl kanske lite grann som att slå in öppna dörrar, men de senaste dagarnas prat om yttrandefrihet gällande karikatyrerna av Muhammed är så hycklande att det är nåt helt enormt. Dels så skulle det bli minst lika högljudda protester om en arabisk tidning skulle publicera karikatyrer av j-… ja, ni vet, de som alltid skriker högt och ljudligt om hur de är Guds folk och liknande trams, och dels så är den västerländska yttrandefriheten redan kaputt. Ta vårt kära land i väster där i dagarna kejsare Bush förklarade läget om vad som skall hända (läs: invadera Iran). Cindy Sheehan hade fått en biljett för att gå och lyssna, men se det gick inte alls så bra. Med hennes egna ord:
I had just sat down and I was warm from climbing 3 flights of stairs back up from the bathroom so I unzipped my jacket. I turned to the right to take my left arm out, when the same officer saw my shirt and yelled, “Protester.” He then ran over to me, hauled me out of my seat, and roughly (with my hands behind my back) shoved me up the stairs. I said something like “I’m going, do you have to be so rough?” By the way, his name is Mike Weight.
The officer ran with me to the elevators, yelling at everyone to move out of the way. When we got to the elevators, he cuffed me and took me outside to await a squad car. On the way out, someone behind me said, “That’s Cindy Sheehan.” At which point the officer who arrested me said, “Take these steps slowly.” I said, “You didn’t care about being careful when you were dragging me up the other steps.” He said, “That’s because you were protesting.” Wow, I got hauled out of the People’s House because I was “Protesting.”
I was never told that I couldn’t wear that shirt into the Congress. I was never asked to take it off or zip my jacket back up. If I had been asked to do any of those things … I would have, and written about the suppression of my freedom of speech later. I was immediately and roughly (I have the bruises and muscle spasms to prove it) hauled off and arrested for “unlawful conduct.”
After I had my personal items inventoried and my fingers printed, a nice Sgt. came in and looked at my shirt and said, “2245, huh? I just got back from there.”
Yttrandefrihet, vadå? Så innan vi blir alldeles till oss över att araber blir smått förbannade över att bli förödmjukade på ett rätt småaktigt sätt, och sedan se västvärlden unisont rättfärdiga det med prat om “yttrandefrihet”, kanske det vore en idé att rensa upp i vår egen smutstvätt. Kom igen nu människor, försök skilja på form och substans.