The entire vacation entourage of President Bush in Crawford, Texas, including the United States Secret Service is no match for a mother’s rage over the death of her son:
CRAWFORD, Tex., Aug. 7 – President Bush draws antiwar protesters just about wherever he goes, but few generate the kind of attention that Cindy Sheehan has since she drove down the winding road toward his ranch here this weekend and sought to tell him face to face that he must pull all Americans troops out of Iraq now.
Ms. Sheehan’s son, Casey, was killed last year in Iraq, after which she became an antiwar activist. She says she and her family met with the president two months later at Fort Lewis in Washington State.
But when she was blocked by the police a few miles from Mr. Bush’s 1,600-acre spread on Saturday, the 48-year-old Ms. Sheehan of Vacaville, Calif., was transformed into a news media phenomenon, the new face of opposition to the Iraq conflict at a moment when public opinion is in flux and the politics of the war have grown more complicated for the president and the Republican Party.
Finally, we also get a glimpse of President Bush’s "compassion" as he meets with the families of fallen soldiers to "share their grief":
The White House has released few details of such sessions, which Mr. Bush holds regularly as he travels the country, but generally portrays them as emotional and an opportunity for the president to share the grief of the families. In Ms. Sheehan’s telling, though, Mr. Bush did not know her son’s name when she and her family met with him in June 2004 at Fort Lewis. Mr. Bush, she said, acted as if he were at a party and behaved disrespectfully toward her by referring to her as "Mom" throughout the meeting.
By Ms. Sheehan’s account, Mr. Bush said to her that he could not imagine losing a loved one like an aunt or uncle or cousin. Ms. Sheehan said she broke in and told Mr. Bush that Casey was her son, and that she thought he could imagine what it would be like since he has two daughters and that he should think about what it would be like sending them off to war.
"I said, ‘Trust me, you don’t want to go there’," Ms. Sheehan said, recounting her exchange with the president. "He said, ‘You’re right, I don’t.’ I said, ‘Well, thanks for putting me there.’
From Bertolt Brecht’s Lied einer deutschen Mutter – Song of a German Mother:
Sah das braune Hemd dich tragen
Habe mich nicht dagegen gestemmt.
Denn ich wußte nicht, was ich heut weiß:Es war dein Totenhemd.
[I saw you wearing your brown shirt.
I should have protested aloud.
For I did not know what I now know:
It was your burial shroud.]
