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Turning America Into a War Zone, Where ‘We the People’ Are the Enemy
We live in a state of undeclared martial law.
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000“If you don’t want to get shot, tased, pepper-sprayed, struck with a baton or thrown to the ground, just do what I tell you. Don’t argue with me, don’t call me names, don’t tell me that I can’t stop you, don’t say I’m a racist pig, don’t threaten that you’ll sue me and take away my badge. Don’t scream at me that you pay my salary, and don’t even think of aggressively walking towards me. Most field stops are complete in minutes. How difficult is it to cooperate for that long?” —Sunil Dutta, an officer with the Los Angeles Police Department for 17 years
Life in the American police state is an endless series of don’ts
delivered at the end of a loaded gun: don’t talk back to police
officers, don’t even think about defending yourself against a SWAT team
raid (of which there are 80,000 every year), don’t run when a cop is
nearby lest you be mistaken for a fleeing criminal, don’t carry a cane
lest it be mistaken for a gun, don’t expect privacy in public, don’t let
your kids walk to the playground alone, don’t engage in nonviolent
protest near where a government official might pass, don’t try to grow
vegetables in your front yard, don’t play music for tips in a metro
station, don’t feed whales, and on and on.
For those who resist, who dare to act independently, think for
themselves, march to the beat of a different drummer, the consequences
are invariably a one-way trip to the local jail or death.
What Americans must understand, what we have chosen to ignore, what
we have fearfully turned a blind eye to lest the reality prove too
jarring is the fact that we no longer live in the “city on the hill,” a
beacon of freedom for all the world.
Far from being a shining example of democracy at work, we have become
a lesson for the world in how quickly freedom turns to tyranny, how
slippery the slope by which a once-freedom-loving people can be branded,
shackled and fooled into believing that their prisons walls are, in
fact, for their own protection.
Having spent more than half a century exporting war to foreign
lands, profiting from war, and creating a national economy seemingly
dependent on the spoils of war, we failed to protest when the war hawks
turned their profit-driven appetites on us, bringing home the spoils of
war—the military tanks, grenade launchers, Kevlar helmets, assault
rifles, gas masks, ammunition, battering rams, night vision binoculars,
etc.—to be distributed for free to local police agencies and used to
secure the homeland against “we the people.”
It’s not just the Defense Department that is passing out free
military equipment to local police. Since the early 1990s, the Justice
Department has worked with the Pentagon to fund military technology for
police departments. And then there are the billions of dollars’ worth of
federal grants distributed by the Department of Homeland Security,
enabling police departments to go on a veritable buying spree for highly
questionable military-grade supplies better suited to the battlefield.
Is it any wonder that we now find ourselves in the midst of a war zone?
We live in a state of undeclared martial law. We have become the enemy.
“If you don’t want to get shot, tased, pepper-sprayed, struck with a baton or thrown to the ground, just do what I tell you. Don’t argue with me, don’t call me names, don’t tell me that I can’t stop you, don’t say I’m a racist pig, don’t threaten that you’ll sue me and take away my badge. Don’t scream at me that you pay my salary, and don’t even think of aggressively walking towards me. Most field stops are complete in minutes. How difficult is it to cooperate for that long?”—Sunil Dutta, an officer with the Los Angeles Police Department for 17 years
Life in the American police state is an
endless series of don’ts delivered at the end of a loaded gun: don’t
talk back to police officers, don’t even think about defending yourself
against a SWAT team raid (of which there are 80,000 every year), don’t
run when a cop is nearby lest you be mistaken for a fleeing criminal,
don’t carry a cane lest it be mistaken for a gun, don’t expect privacy
in public, don’t let your kids walk to the playground alone, don’t
engage in nonviolent protest near where a government official might
pass, don’t try to grow vegetables in your front yard, don’t play music
for tips in a metro station, don’t feed whales, and on and on.
For those who resist, who dare to act
independently, think for themselves, march to the beat of a different
drummer, the consequences are invariably a one-way trip to the local
jail or death.
What Americans must understand, what we have
chosen to ignore, what we have fearfully turned a blind eye to lest the
reality prove too jarring is the fact that we no longer live in the
“city on the hill,” a beacon of freedom for all the world.
Far from being a shining example of democracy
at work, we have become a lesson for the world in how quickly freedom
turns to tyranny, how slippery the slope by which a once-freedom-loving
people can be branded, shackled and fooled into believing that their
prisons walls are, in fact, for their own protection.
Having spent more than half a century
exporting war to foreign lands, profiting from war, and creating a
national economy seemingly dependent on the spoils of war, we failed to
protest when the war hawks turned their profit-driven appetites on us,
bringing home the spoils of war—the military tanks, grenade launchers,
Kevlar helmets, assault rifles, gas masks, ammunition, battering rams,
night vision binoculars, etc.—to be distributed for free to local police
agencies and used to secure the homeland against “we the people.”
It’s not just the Defense Department that is
passing out free military equipment to local police. Since the early
1990s, the Justice Department has worked with the Pentagon to fund
military technology for police departments. And then there are the
billions of dollars’ worth of federal grants distributed by the
Department of Homeland Security, enabling police departments to go on a
veritable buying spree for highly questionable military-grade supplies
better suited to the battlefield.
Is it any wonder that we now find ourselves in the midst of a war zone?
We live in a state of undeclared martial law. We have become the enemy.
In a war zone, there are no police—only
soldiers. Thus, there is no more Posse Comitatus prohibiting the
government from using the military in a law enforcement capacity. Not
when the local police have, for all intents and purposes, already become
the military.
In a war zone, the soldiers shoot to kill, as
American police have now been trained to do. Whether the perceived
“threat” is armed or unarmed no longer matters when police are
authorized to shoot first and ask questions later.
In a war zone, even the youngest members of
the community learn at an early age to accept and fear the soldier in
their midst. Thanks to funding from the Obama administration, more
schools are hiring armed police officers—some equipped with
semi-automatic AR-15 rifles—to “secure” their campuses.
In a war zone, you have no rights. When you
are staring down the end of a police rifle, there can be no free speech.
When you’re being held at bay by a militarized, weaponized
mine-resistant tank, there can be no freedom of assembly. When you’re
being surveilled with thermal imaging devices, facial recognition
software and full-body scanners and the like, there can be no privacy.
When you’re charged with disorderly conduct simply for daring to
question or photograph or document the injustices you see, with the
blessing of the courts no less, there can be no freedom to petition the
government for a redress of grievances.
And when you’re a prisoner in your own town,
unable to move freely, kept off the streets, issued a curfew at night,
there can be no mistaking the prison walls closing in.
This is not just happening in Ferguson, Missouri. As I show in my book A Government of Wolves: The Emerging American Police State,
it’s happening and will happen anywhere and everywhere else in this
country where law enforcement officials are given carte blanche to do
what they like, when they like, how they like, with immunity from their
superiors, the legislatures, and the courts.
You see, what Americans have failed to
comprehend, living as they do in a TV-induced, drug-like haze of
fabricated realities, narcissistic denial, and partisan politics, is
that we’ve not only brought the military equipment used in Iraq and
Afghanistan home to be used against the American people. We’ve also
brought the very spirit of the war home.
This is what it feels like to be a conquered
people. This is what it feels like to be an occupied nation. This is
what it feels like to live in fear of armed men crashing through your
door in the middle of the night, or to be accused of doing something you
never even knew was a crime, or to be watched all the time, your
movements tracked, your motives questioned.
This is what it’s like to be a citizen of the
American police state. This is what it’s like to be an enemy combatant
in your own country.
So
if you don’t want to get shot, tased, pepper-sprayed, struck with a
baton or thrown to the ground, by all means, stand down. Cower in the
face of the police, turn your eyes away from injustice, find any excuse
to suggest that the so-called victims of the police state deserved what
they got.
But remember, when that rifle finally gets
pointed in your direction—and it will—when there’s no one left to stand
up for you or speak up for you, remember that you were warned.
It works the same in every age. Martin
Niemoller understood this. A German pastor who openly opposed Hitler and
spent the last seven years of Nazi rule in a concentration camp,
Niemoller warned:
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
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