Years ago, I spent a few weeks visiting Sing-Sing Prison conducting research for a TV series. It was a grueling and depressing experience. I interviewed drug dealers, murderers, rapists—human monsters one and all. Each night, I’d go to bed thankful for prisons and wishing for even more prisons to lock away the evil.
But, every once in a while, some small bit of black humor would emerge that spoke volumes.
There was one prisoner, a small-time thief, who told me that:
…prison was kind of a relief. Look, I get clothing, three squares a day, and a roof over my head. I get medical and dental free of charge. I can even go to a shrink, a social worker, whatever. I can take college courses if I want—all for free. Outside, I gotta hustle day and night for stuff like that.
“What about freedom?” I asked.
“You know what we call prison?”
I shrugged. I had no idea.
“Home, we call it home.”
As I listened to Barack Obama’s inaugural speech yesterday, the memory of Sing-Sing and that particular prisoner floated into my memory.
Obama’s vision of America is Sing-Sing.
The government will provide just about everything you need to survive.
In return, you will surrender your freedom.
But don’t worry—and this is the most insidious part of post modern liberalism—slavery will be redefined as freedom.