No, I am not safe. No, I am not even safer.
No, nobody should be able to disappear people.
No, torture is not acceptable. No, it is not civilized. No, completely aside from being flagrantly and beyond any conceivable justification wrong, it is not even useful.
No, I don’t recognize the country I was born in. No, I’m not entirely sure what happened. No, I don’t understand how a nation that had genuine claims to pride and freedom has become craven, cruel, and mercenary.
No, I don’t believe that I am exempt from being disappeared or tortured, now that the wall between government and unbridled barbarism has been breached. No, I don’t believe I will be the first to go—but that only frightens me more, thinking about those I know who are liable to vanish into the abyss before I do, thinking about those I don’t know who have already vanished.
No, I do not believe I can restore this country’s commitment to decency. No, that doesn’t exempt me from trying. No, of course a blog post isn’t enough.
No. Just no.
