I had an epiphany while scanning the Internet on January 6. I saw our elected officials cowering in fear as protestors stormed the venerable halls of the Capital Building. I thought to myself, “Well, politicians, maybe now you understand the fear felt by the citizens of Minneapolis, Kenosha, Portland, and Seattle as violent arsonists burned down the neighborhoods where people work and buy their groceries and get their hair styled. We commoners watched it burn as you politicians said things like “Give those protesters some space”.
The protesters in D.C. didn’t go into the parking lot behind the Capital Building and flip over the cars and set them on fire. They didn’t roam the surrounding neighborhoods and spray graffiti, or swarm the restaurants where the politicians go for a quiet meal, but at least now the politicians know the fear experienced by my cousin and his wife who live near Kenosha. He posted on Facebook: “For the first time in my life, I’m sleeping with a loaded gun next to my bed.”
I used to think of the Capital Building as something venerable, inviolable, even sacrosanct, a great symbol of America and Freedom. I don’t feel that way anymore, ever since politicians told the Police to ‘give some space’ to violent protesters burning down small businesses, and watching the third-most-powerful politician in America showing off her minivan-sized freezer stocked with Jeni’s Gourmet Ice Cream, a modern-day ‘Let Them Eat Cake’ moment. This was the same politician who went to a salon and had her hair styled while the salons and barber shops were closed to the common people.
Sorry politicians, but your Capital Building is no more venerable than the warehouse building where I once worked. The truck drivers and warehousemen I worked with have as much of a right to protection as you do. Welcome to reality.