An escape-proof stockade of a presidential signature. A signing statement that cages children behind its own black ink metal bars. Executive orders that order indefinite lock-up until they want to go home and sleep in a bed. No hot meals, no clean clothes.
How to decipher that paranoid palisade of a signature? Does it say, Keep out! Does it say, Merry Christmas, from Grandpa? Does it say, Throw away the key! Does it say, I am as angry as this Rorschach test says I am, the one I just scribbled over with a Sharpie? Does it say, I really don’t care, Do U? Does he even know what it says, about America, to others? Their drawings are not all heart-breaking. Some show blue skies and happy faces. Children, they say, are resilient. But are we?
