My name is Erin S. Myers. I'm nobody of any particular note save for what I fancy as a somewhat unpopular mindset in a climate of popular fear. A climate of fire, which I view as intentionally stoked more than rationality and reason should call for; For I do not fear this
government, rather I suspect, this government fears me.... the way it should be.
On the 21st of September, 2006, I stood outside the east exit of the United States Department Of Justice, and handed out copies of a paper calling for ANYONE working within that building to find someway to break through concerns over job security or physical harm, should someone choose to aid the quest of we the people, that justice be done.
I employed a variety of words and phrases while attempting to induce these civil servants to take into their hands this plea to be brave and honest with a willingness and courage to act. Nothing worked better than a genuine smile and eye contact, while extending my hand with this simple paper for them to take. Many people did, while most everyone who did not seemed obligated to offer a polite gesture of disinterest. Several actually turned on their heals acknowledging simple curiosity and chose to receive the paper anyway, now with a bigger and more genuine smile than used in their original, "No thank you".
Not a single person turned back, after walking away while reading, with calls of disgust, nor even demonstrated overt annoyance by tossing it to the ground nor blatantly wadding for my benefit. (of course, several trash cans just around the corner where probably taken advantage of. I did not care to check.)
Of note, beyond the general sincerity and interest, was one angst-full interrogator wanting to know "What's this all about?", while another said with deep felt assurance and great anticipation that it would would be read in detail during the train ride home. Even the multitude of security guards met me with stoic purposefulness when asking that I back-up three whole feet, and not an ounce of indignation or annoyance.
The Constitution protruding from my breast pocket, revealing the words "We the People", may have provided me with a kind of impenetrable force field.... the power and protection of which I recommend to anyone still wrestling with a quandary.... who really runs this place anyway?
This government is no sooner responsible for the good which our American culture can produce, just as we are no sooner absolved of the trouble and responsibility to fix that which a rogue government will attempt in our otherwise good name.
Let the world be witness, the heart of America still beats.... and may she demonstrate her will to live, with liberty and justice for all.
September 22, 2006