Getting Grandma
by
Becky Akers
by Becky Akers
As
Leviathan's fist tightens, it has begun beating up girls old enough
to be grandmothers. It recently ambushed two harmless women, pretended
they committed crimes, and punished them as though they are predators
instead of prey. Nor has it blushed at such barbarity.
First,
there's 64-year-old Martha Stewart. The government's had this poor
woman in its crosshairs for years. And for what? Milling her own
flour before she bakes a cake? Surely the state has tormented her
enough by now to satisfy even the most sadistic of its myrmidons.
But no. Though she was released from prison five months ago, the
crusade against her continued. She was placed under house arrest
when the Feds apparently confused her with bureaucrats and politicians
as a threat to the community. Her neighbors must have been grateful
for this protection: no telling when Martha might drop by with a
batch of Chocolate Chip-Cherry Cookies to distract them while she
ran a white-gloved finger over their coffee tables.
"House
arrest" is Leviathan's term for treating grown adults as though
they are teens, and the rules imposed on those so grounded are as
ridiculous as the premise. The government permits its victim to
leave her house her actual dwelling, not her property for
a grand total of 48 hours each week. Even then, she may go only
to work, church, the doctor's, or the grocery store. Very prudent
of Leviathan: were she to have the run of the town, our domestic
desperado might try showing shopkeepers how to arrange their wares
more tastefully. At any rate, Martha flouted Our Masters' rules
by driving about her estate. I feel menaced; how about you? She
also celebrated her birthday this week by attending a yoga class,
with her daughter, no less, and then shopping for books. Think of
the risk to us law-abiding citizens.
Worse,
she laughed at Leviathan. The New York Post reported that
"officials were...troubled by a recent Stewart interview where she
mimicked the voice of her probation office [and] bragged of knowing
how to remove her electronic monitoring anklet..." The state has
retaliated by clubbing her with another three weeks of house arrest.
That
gives the government more chances to shame her. And no humiliation
is too petty: Our Masters want their vengeance to chafe, literally.
The electronic anklet irritates her skin, but, as she told fans,
"I am not allowed to take it off at any time, and I am not allowed,
while in my home, to have any padding under the strap." Lord knows
where a criminal of Martha's stature might limp if Leviathan weren't
dogging each sore footstep perhaps to Whole Foods for some sun-dried
tomatoes.
Thanks
to an entrepreneurial genius that saw dollars in donuts, darning,
and dusting, Martha is or was, before the state set out to ruin
her a wealthy woman. But Leviathan does not discriminate when
devouring citizens: its maw gapes insatiably. The other lady it
chewed up and spit out this month is a 62-year-old retired schoolteacher
named Phyllis Dintenfass.
Phyllis
had the guts to do what so many of us have so often longed to: when
an airport screener got frisky, Phyllis groped her in turn and demanded,
"How would you like it if I did that to you?"
The
retiree's criminal career began last September, when she was pulled
aside for "secondary screening" at a regional airport in Wisconsin.
Terrorists have, of course, tried to take out many skyscrapers and
cows in the upper Midwest, and they flood through the regional airports
there at the rate of nine or ten per day. So the Transportation
Security Administration (TSA) was ready when Phyllis triggered the
metal detectors. A female supervisor led her to a private area and
conducted what the TSA euphemizes as a "limited pat-down procedure."
Phyllis
called it something else: "She was feeling me up." She testified
at her trial last week that she "felt violated." She told her attacker,
"‘I don’t like you feeling me up.' [The screener] said, 'I’m not
feeling you up.' I told her, 'My husband’s been feeling me up for
40 years. I know what that feels like...'" Phyllis then returned
the favor. Not surprisingly, the screener objected when what she'd
done unto others was done unto her. So much, in fact, that she called
the cops on Phyllis. And so this older lady whom friends characterize
as mild-mannered, whose interests run not to murder and mayhem but
to "art, textiles and education issues," was dragged into a Wisconsin
courtroom. There the government tried her for "assaulting" its minion.
The jury actually deliberated about whether we serfs may defend
ourselves from Our Masters' sexual abuse. Stunningly, they decided
we may not.
Let's
give these twelve twits what they didn't give Phyllis, the benefit
of the doubt. Perhaps they’re decent folks with functioning brains
driven temporarily insane by the fierce July heat. Or perhaps they're
androids programmed to kiss Leviathan's hindquarters. Maybe it's
a combination of the two. At any rate, Phyllis now faces a year
in prison and $100,000 in fines when she's sentenced in November.
The
prosecutor, U.S. Attorney Steven Biskupic, is young enough to be
Phyllis' son. His take on the case, according to the Associated
Press, is that "TSA officers perform a vital service and are entitled
to protection from assault." Really, Steve? Would you call it a
"vital service" had your mother been groped? Should she be arrested
and tried for defending herself? Would you prosecute her, knowing
she could be imprisoned and bankrupted because she fought back?
The
only "crime" of which Martha and Phyllis are guilty is defying the
state, and that under extreme provocation. Meanwhile, Leviathan
has shown itself once again for a cowardly, craven cuss. Even the
slightest effort at self-defense on the part of its victims unleashes
all its force and fury. We'd be fools to expect justice or fair
play from the government, let alone decency, civility, or chivalry.
But
still...
August
6, 2005
Becky
Akers [send her mail] writes
primarily about the American Revolution. See also her
article on the persecution of Phyllis Dintenfass.
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