I Am Your Spy
I am the clerk / technician / mechanic / driver.
They said: Do this, do that, don't look left or right, don't read the text. Don't look at the whole machine. You are responsible for just this one bolt. Concentrate on this one rubber-stamp. Don't concern yourself with things beyond your grasp. We will do the thinking. ..
Those on top, the masterminds, those who have the future mapped-out, thought: There's nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. Our little clerk is a diligent worker. He's a simple technician. He's a little man. And though little men have ears, they can't hear. Though they have eyes, they can't see.
But the clerk / driver / technician / mechanic happened to look up. He stepped back and saw a monster. Unbelieving, he rubbed his eyes but - yes - it was still there!
I see a monster. I'm part of the system. I signed the form. But now, I'm reading the small print. This bolt is part of a bomb. This bolt is me. How did I fail to see? How do the others go on tightening the bolts? Who else knows? Who else has seen? Who else has heard? Why me? It's too big for me.
Stand up and speak out. Take a stand and tell the people. You can. Me? The bolt / technician / mechanic? Yes you! You are the secret agent of the people. You are the eyes of the nation.
Agent / spy, tell us what you have seen. Tell us what the insiders, the masterminds have hidden from us. Without you we are damned. A holocaust awaits us.
I have no choice. I'm just a common man, an ordinary citizen - but I've got to keep faith. I've heard the voice of my conscience. And there's nowhere to hide.
I'm on your mission, doing what must be done. Take my message. Judge for yourselves. Ease my burden. Share my burden. Carry it on. Stop the train. Get off the train. Next stop nuclear holocaust...
by Mordechai Vanunu
