Dear Mr. President,
From the mind’s prison, I release you – consider your time as served. However, Mr. President, be mindful that your freedom was not earned, nor was it reward for good behavior. Rather, your freedom was granted of my epiphany, after more than six years, that a mind consumed with holding one captive is a mind itself held in captivity.
I, as the jailer, had become as imprisoned as the jailed.
You were taken prisoner when you took the presidency, winning the best out of nine despite the least out of millions. I first considered your release in the days following that bright and terrible blue sky morning in September, when the eloquence of your words and the newfound poise of your presence guided our nation through its grief. Then you misled our grief to war, waged on a people who played no part in our tragedy.
For that despicable deed I condemned you, in the court of my mind, to a life sentence in my mind’s prison, without chance for parole.
I held you in the same manner that you hold your “enemy combatants”, without due process or appeal. Shameful, that, I must now admit.