Freedom

I told an old joke at dinner.

The story goes that shortly after the end of World War II, an American soldier and a Russian soldier were patrolling the demarcation line between two sectors in Berlin. Every day they would walk up and down, up and down separated by a line. Eventually the two got to talking. One day the Russian said the American, “I don’t understand what is this ‘freedom’ business you Americans are always going on about. What use is ‘freedom’?”

“I can explain,” replied the American soldier. “When I’m demobilized and go home, I can walk up to the gate of the White House and shout ‘Truman is an IDIOT’ — and no one will do anything to me. That’s freedom.”

“Well,” the Russian replied, “if that is all there is to freedom, then we have freedom in the USSR too. When I go home, I can go up to the gates of the Kremlin and shout ‘Truman is an idiot’ and no one will do anything to me either”

“Is that still true?” a voice asked. Images flashed by: today’s White House. Surrounded by barriers to keep the public at a distance. Anxious guards who hustle the President away any time a small plane takes a wrong turn. An administration that will do anything to insulate itself from criticism.

“Of course it’s still true,” I reassured the children. “I can go right up to the White House today and shout ‘Truman is an idiot’ and no one will do anything to me, either.”

Michael Froomkin, Discourse.net