A LESSON TO MY SON by A PROUD AMERICAN
Irma S. Chambers
The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at
My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband
and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored
to serve and defend our country again today. I knew that my husband
would give him a good explanation..
My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go
stand in our front living room window. He told him: "Son, stand
there and tell me what you see?"
"I see trees and cars and our neighbors houses." he replied.
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the
United States of America and you are President Bush.
"Our son giggled and said "OK."
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that
every house and yard on this block is a different country." my
"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and see
that man come out of his house with his wife and he has her by the
hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits
her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick
her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him,
they are crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they
are kids and afraid of their father. You see all of this son....what
do you do?"
"What do you do son?!"
"I call the police, Dad."
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take
your call, listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help.
What do you do then son?!"
"Dad, but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their
place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of
it," my husband says.
"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I
want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor
who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to
"Daddy...he kills them?"
"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my
next door neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses
to get involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you
stop him," my husband says.
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry. "OK, no one wants to
help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw
that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out
his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks
down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her
house on fire and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you
standing in he window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"
"WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!
"Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I close
the blinds, Daddy.
"My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks
"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help...people who
needs it....and they won't help....You always say that neighbors are
supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't
help me stop him...I'm afraid.....I can't do it by
myself...Daddy.....I can't look out my window and just watch him do
all these terrible things and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just
going to close the blinds....so I can't see what he's
doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening.
" I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son
standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers
to my husbands questions and he tells him...."Son"
"Open the blinds because that man....he's at your front
door..."WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!!" My son looks at his father, anger and
defiance in his eyes.. He balls up this tiny fists and looks his
father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says:
"I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY
SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!
"I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to
his chest and hugs him tight, and cries..."It's too late to fight
him, he's too strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you
should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife. You have to do
what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before......it's too
late." my husband whispers. THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we
are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by and let evil happen is
the greatest EVIL of all. Our President is doing what is right. We,
as a free nation, must understand that this war is a war of
humanity. WE must remove this evil man from power so that we can
continue to live in a free world where we are not afraid to look out
our window and see crimes on humanity. So that my nine year old son
won't grow up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes"
that blinds the atrocities in the world won't affect him. Today the
second day of "WAR on IRAQ.
"I felt compelled to write this and pass it along. Hopefully, you
will understand the lesson my husband tried to teach our son.
"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT!
EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE
PROUD OF OUR PRESIDENT! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!!
SUPPORT AMERICA!! SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE
TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...."