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Blood Libel

        our  one  hit  tune  in  small-town  auditoriums  and  roadhouses.  As  I
        said,  we  were  lucky.  We  were  on  the  charts  often  enough  to  keep
        everyone’s accountants and lawyers busy but not too busy.

        S:  It sounds like you were very contented.

        B:  I had no problem with the way things worked out for me. And I
        didn’t have a problem when the country started on its mad dash to a
        fascist  takeover  by  the  Christian  right.  I  was  that  apathetic,  that
        typical a self-absorbed and willfully ignorant citizen. If asked I would
        neither confirm nor deny that the world was going to hell in a hand
        basket. I know a lot of musicians went from teen-age rebelliousness
        to a studied—and possibly cynical--outlaw image because it appealed
        to youth, and from there occasionally to real political criticism and
        activism,  but  Count  Geiger  and  the  Particles  of  Decay  collectively
        couldn’t have told you the name of their congressional representative
        or  how  the  constitution  of  the  United  States  actually  read.  So  the
        corruption and capture of every branch of the government and most
        major  media  outlets  by  the  unholy  alliance  of  billionaire
        neoconservatives and isolationist fundamentalists was not something
        particularly outrageous to me.

        S:  Did anything occur to change your attitude?

        B:  You bet it did, Doctor! Are you really a doctor? Never mind. You
        couldn’t prove it and I couldn’t disprove it. And I refuse to accept
        my  situation  as  anything  other  than  illegal  detention  and  this
        interview as serving any therapeutic purpose. Perhaps it amuses my
        tormentors.  But  to  answer  your  question,  I  need  point  to  nothing
        more subtle than the murder of my brother and the fire-bombing of
        our family’s bakery.

        S:  How did that make you feel?

        B:  Really, Doctor. If you are working from the hypothesis that I am
        devoid  of  all  human  feeling,  I  must  presume  the  same  of  you.  I
        would prefer to leave the dead alone in that mental space reserved for
        memories  uncontaminated  by  bitterness.  More  pertinent  to  any
        context  concerned  with  reality  would  be  what  happened  and  why.

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