"I AM YOUR SPY"
by Mordechai Vanunu
I am the clerk, the technician, the
mechanic, the driver, whom they told, do
this or do that.
Don't look to the right, to the left, don't
eye the page. Don't look at the whole
machine.
You are responsible for one bolt only.
You are responsible for just one
rubber-stamp. Concern yourself with one
matter only. Don't bother with things that
are above you. Don't think for us. Drive.
Keep driving. On. On.
The great, the wise, those who
understand our future, thought: There's
nothing to worry about. No fear.
Everything works, clicks.
Our little clerk is a diligent worker.
He's a simple technician.
He's the little guy. Like all the
low-ranking clerks, ears have they, but
they hear not.
Eyes have they but they see not. We
have a head; not the little guys.
Answer them, he thought to
himself--just between him and himself--
the little citizen.But the man with the head
is not little.
Who is the boss here, who knows where
the train is headed? Where is our head? I
too have a head. Why do I see the abyss?
Does this train have an engineer?
The clerk-driver-technician-mechanic
raised his head. Retreated a bit, saw a
monster Unbelieving, returned, rubbed his
eyes and indeed-- they're fine. I'm just
fine. I really do see a monster.
I am part of the system I signed this
form. And only now am I reading the text.
This bolt is part of a bomb. This bolt is me.
How did I not see and how do others go on
bolt-tightening. Who else knows? Who
saw, who heard? The emperor is indeed
naked.
I see him. Why me. This is not for me.
It's to big for me. Rise up and cry out. Rise
up and proclaim to this nation. You can. I
the bolt, the mechanic, the technician. Yes
you. You are the secret agent of this
nation. You are the eyes of the state.
Spy-agent, reveal what you've seen. Reveal
to us what those who understand, the wise,
hide from us.
If you are not with us, the void awaits
us. A holocaust awaits us. You and only
you sit at the wheel and see the void. I
have no choice. I am a little guy, an
ordinary citizen, one of the common folk,
but I will fulfill my commitment. I have
heard the voice of my conscience. And
there's nowhere to run.
The world is small. Small compared to
big brother. Here I am, on your mission.
Here I am fulfilling my role. Take this
from me. Come and judge. Lighten my load.
Carry it along with me. Carry on my
messenger-mission.
Stop the train. Get off the train. The
next stop is nuclear holocaust. The next
book, the next machine, no. There is no such thing.
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