So here's my porch for Halloween. I made this simple puppet in the fall of 2002, when our demos here against the administration's obvious intentions to invade Iraq just couldn't seem to draw more than 300 people. The face is a blown-up news photo, printed out on four sheets of paper and glued to cardboard. The body is a shirt and coat (thrift store specials) on a clotheshanger, perched atop a bamboo pole. The forehead handprint is my own. Only the fangs, cut from a white post-it note, were added for Halloween.
I'd say 80% of the adults who let their kids ring my bell tonight voiced a kind word about my choice of decoration. A couple of unaccompanied 11-year-olds said they liked it too. I was amused at the anti-Bush chatter from tots under 3 feet tall. What really amazed me was this exchange:
Parent: I like your decoration.
Me: Thanks; it's a night for scary monsters.
Parent to kid: That's a pretty scary monster, isn't it?
Tiny little girl, 5 or 6 years old: That's the President.
How does somebody that small recognize George Bush's face, way out of context, with fangs and a bloody handprint on the forehead? Does his portrait hang, Lenin-like, in schoolrooms across America? I know I couldn't identify Gerald Ford's face when I was her age. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, but I was.