I remember protesting… But did I? Did I protest the smashing of windows, the burning of books, the teasing of helpless girls? Did I protest power? Did I protest poetry? Did I protest the poor shine on my shoes? I pretend to remember doing so. Ah, well, then, did I? Did I protest my two sons' circumcisions? did I? Did I complain when men were beaten for having beards? for wearing skullcaps instead of freshman beanies? for poisoning the pure blood of the race? Did I? Did I protest the schoolyard bully? the coldness of my wife? mass bombing? overeating? public beatings? Did I? Did I protest red tape? black presumption? white whips? useless meetings? hair hysteria? bomb business? the elders of Zion? Zion? Did I? Did ? Do I in these filthy present days when the sincerest work of the world is composing turds?
—from The Tunnel
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