What if you were a Chechen child and I, a Chechen mother? Our forefathers and fathers and mothers and brothers would have stomped and sometimes given in, shouted and bartered and shot and terrorized, for freedom and independence, short victory and ultimate defeat. I think, if I were a Chechen mother, the stone walls and the air of my home would be thick with my want for it. My throat would be thick with frustration. Guns and guts would be more than toys and dark corners. Never doubt, my American child, they are trying to take it away from you.
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