The words Freedom of Information Act strike me as a misnomer, almost farcical – as the norm is anything obtained is seldom the result of what could be described as freely, usually requires a battle or two along the way with the “information” so redacted as to provide little useful information short of employing code breakers.
Hardly the stuff of an open and democratic government, and the question can only arise if it is about “national security” who is “protecting” who?
On the other hand if it’s about an “ongoing investigation” the same question as well as a few others could be asked.
The approach seems to be that of a parent who offers no other explanation to a child than “because I said so”.
So are we to assume that we are regarded as children by a parent who professes to know best and looking out for our welfare, that as children we aren’t capable of handling the truth, an adult explanation?
Or is it more of a big brother bullying and intent on having his way?
Parents probably do, or have done something, at some point they would prefer their children didn’t know, and undoubtedly for good reason, but we aren’t children are we? And we do have a right to know.
There was a time when the president was referred to as the father of the nation, that began I believe with the first president George Washington, and further evidenced itself in another misnomer with the president being referred to as the “great white father” when it came to indigenous people. I don’t know how that started but suspect it has governmental origins.
History shows there wasn’t much great in the relationship between the nations and the great white father, and with few variations not much has changed now that we have a “great black father”.
We’re kind of the proverbial red headed step child, the foundling left at the doorstep of the orphanage with far fewer rights than those born into a loving home.
Some adoptive parents have a heart big enough to love unconditionally, a child taken in is truly their child, others are cut from a different cloth.
Our adoptive “father” has historically seen us as little more than a burden, a problem to contend with when a “final solution” would have made it all just go away.
Our “freedom” to know vastly more restricted than others, our access to equal justice a hit or miss proposition, respect demanded with precious little offered in return, with the possible exception of campaign season.
The FOIA should be renamed the MWTYA…. the Maybe We’ll Tell You Act – maybe in the meantime we can all rest assured and sleep better at night knowing Father knows best.