By Cindy Sheehan
t r u t h o u t | Letter
The media are wrong. The people who have come out to Camp Casey to help coordinate the press and events with me are not putting words in my mouth, they are taking words out of my mouth. I have been known for sometime as a person who speaks the truth and speaks it strongly. I have always called a liar a liar and a hypocrite a hypocrite. Now I am urged to use softer language to appeal to a wider audience. Why do my friends at Camp Casey think they are there? Why did such a big movement occur from such a small action on August 6, 2005?
I haven’t had much time to analyze the Camp Casey phenomena. I just read that I gave 250 interviews in less than a week’s time. I believe it. I would go to bed with a raw throat every night. I got pretty tired of answering some questions, like: “What do you want to say to the President?” and “Do you really think he will meet with you?” However, since my mom has been sick I have had a chance to step back and ponder the flood gates that I opened in Crawford, Tx.
I just read an article posted today on LewRockwell.com by artist Robert Shetterly who painted my portrait. The article reminded me of something I said at the Veteran’s for Peace Convention the night before I set out to Bush’s ranch in my probable futile quest for the truth. This is what I said:
I got an email the other day and it said, “Cindy if you didn’t use so much profanity … there’s people on the fence that get offended.
And you know what I said? “You know what? You know what, god damn it? How in the world is anybody still sitting on that fence?
If you fall on the side that is pro-George and pro-war, you get your ass over to Iraq, and take the place of somebody who wants to come home. And if you fall on the side that is against this war and against George Bush, stand up and speak out.
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