Here’s a Quarter, Call Someone Who Cares


In 1991 the great country troubadour Travis Tritt wrote and sang these immortal words about an ex-girlfriend who had apparently had a change of heart and wanted to reconnect with her former sweetheart.  Alas, as the songwriter penned, her man wasn’t buying it.  Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares, he suggested.  In 1991 a quarter was the cost of a local telephone call in those dinosaur-like objects we called pay telephones.   They are as extinct as the Tyrannosaurus Rex is today —  to everyone except my four-year-old friend Oscar who continues to experience their magic every day in his vivid imagination.

One year later in a totally unrelated incident the government of the United States created Operation Sea Signal to get ready for a huge migration of refugees from Haiti and Cuba.   Two years later in 1994 Operation Sea Signal became Joint Task Force 160 which was responsible for taking care of more than 40,000 migrants who would be either sent back to their countries or paroled to the United States.  Camp X Ray was the name of the facility at the Naval Station at Guantanamo Bay where this operation was located.  In 1996 Operation Sea Signal was over, and our military left Camp X Ray.

In December of 2001 Joint Task Force 160 was re-activated and Camp X Ray became a temporary home for people who were captured and deemed potential terrorists involved in the September 11, 2001, attacks on our soil or suspected al-Qaeda or Taliban operatives with ties to our relatively new war in Afghanistan.  If you’re still reading and trying to keep a timeline, the first detainees were sent to Camp X Ray in January, 2002.  Surprise!  The very next month Joint Task Force 170 was brought into existence as a new intelligence gathering group of our folks to wheedle secret information out of our population of detainees who had been moved from the old Camp X Ray to the new 410-bed Camp Delta in April.  By November of 2002, everybody decided it was silly to have two joint task forces when one was enough.  So….160 and 170 became Joint Task Force Guantanamo.

Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares, I might say at this point eleven years later.  I was fifty-six years old when I first heard of the prison at Guantanamo Bay and like most liberal Americans, I dismissed it at the time as something President Bush and Vice-President Cheney had dreamed up to play a part in the Global War on Terror and I confess I’ve tried not to think about its continued existence or the people who’ve lived there all these years. Snippets of news from Guantanamo nagged at me periodically over the years, but I was forced to give it more thought  when presidential candidate Barack Obama campaigned about closing Guantanamo Bay during his 2008 run.  Hooray! I thought.  At last, I can get this little persistent sense of liberal guilt behind me.  President Obama did win that first term and was re-elected in 2012.  But today is just past the middle of the year in 2013, and I know that the prison in Guantanamo houses more horrific acts than ever before.

To his credit President Obama has issued executive orders to close our base there.  To their shame, the Senate has refused to fund closure.  In the 2010 Omnibus Defense bill we have renamed our detainees alien unprivileged enemy belligerents.  Wow.  Look that up in your Funk & Wagnall.  The political football that is Guantanamo has been kicked around our judicial system for years, too,  with the most recent ruling coming this week from U. S. District Judge Gladys Kessler who said she didn’t have the jurisdiction to respond to the petition of Syrian detainee Jihad Dhiab to stop his forced feeding at the prison.  She tossed it back to President Obama and basically said Shame on all of us if we allow this nightmare to go on.

I remember the movie Iron-Jawed Angels from 2004 about the determined suffragettes in America and England who used hunger strikes to draw attention to their cause.  They, too, were force-fed at the hands of guards who had little tolerance for their beliefs.  The images were painful to watch on the screen then, as the videos and pictures of the force-feeding at Guantanamo are now.  The prison population at Guantanamo is now 166 and more than a hundred are on a hunger strike to protest the length of their imprisonment without trials. Unbelievable as it seems, 86 of our current alien unprivileged enemy belligerents have been approved for release to other countries, but political interests waylay the process.

One of my personal heroes is a fellow Texan Molly Ivins, an author and columnist who died in 2007.  She was famous for her essays regarding personal liberty and our values as a nation.  She was also famous for her dislike of the Iraq war.  In her last column, she had this to say:  “We are the people who run this country.  We are the deciders.  And every single day, every single one of us needs to step outside and take some action to help stop this war. Raise hell.”

Well Molly, this is my own particular hell-raising day.  Mr. President, get us out of this sorry mess we call Guantanamo Bay.  Senators, act like you got a little bit of sense on this issue and close it down.  Supremes, it’s on your watch, too.  In the end, it’s not about liberal vs. conservative values – it’s about human dignity, respect for each other and fair treatment.

And Travis Tritt, you can keep your quarter.  You’ve found someone who cares.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies who periodically indulges her desires to write outside her genre by trying to write fiction and poetry. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press is publishing her collection of first-person accounts of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBT organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBT history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and a group of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly. Her Texas roots are never too far from her thoughts.
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9 Responses to Here’s a Quarter, Call Someone Who Cares

  1. Bob says:

    This is a superb essay! I salute you, lady.

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  2. Robyn says:

    I keep looking the other way in the hope it will all disappear. You are braver than I.

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  3. Sheila, another excellent article. Forgive my crudeness, but until Congress “grows some,” nothing’s going to happen. No one wants to take any kind of political risk. No one wants to upset any chance of being re-elected; of offending some small splinter group with loud, nasty voices. So many politicians are power hungry cowards. And no matter how we vote, we can’t seem to eliminate that craving to keep in power. Then again, like so many others, I just don’t want to think about it, but If Guantanamo stays in the forefront of the news cycles, we will be forced to examine our feelings, confront injustice, and eventually dislodge the Congressional barnacles. Sigh…or so I hope.

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  4. I’m not sure exactly how we went so wrong with our Congressional ideas, but it may have happened when we forgot to write down somewhere that Hey, you guys can only stay for two terms – like the President. That way, if they don’t “grow any” they’re gone. Poof. Just like water evaporating in a hot bird bath in Texas. Gone. Turn the tap on and add some fresh water for another day. Repeat. No more 100-yr-old ancient pasty white men. who need to be propped up and punched when it’s time to vote the way some lobbyist paid them to. Oops – Don’t get me started on Congress.
    Thanks, Ann, I appreciate your reading my blogs and always adding thoughtful comments. I really do.
    I write these words beneath the drawing of my friends and their apple every day. It’s a treasure.

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  5. Well I agree with all you say, and like the image of worthless politicians evaporating before a burning sun…Fresh water, fresh thoughts, fresh actions…We control the tap and need to remember that we do.

    Sheila, I am so glad you enjoy that drawing. I think of those horses as friends too. They join a string of much loved ponies. Horse crazy equine love is something that connects us when the internet is off. Glad to have found a good friend who happens to be a writer who makes me think!!!

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  6. Reblogged this on I'll Call It Like I See It and commented:

    Guantanamo Bay – Revisiting the Obama Presidency
    19 inmates are scheduled for release in the next few weeks in a mad dash to the finish line of the Obama administration, but the prison will remain open with 40 inmates still held there and a promise from the president-elect to fill it again with “very bad dudes.”
    Have mercy…

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