IF I CAN ONLY SPEAK NOW (1/1)
Author: Jess Another
Category: Jed's POV, no it isn't something mushy and
Rating: G maybe PG.
Disclaimer: Everything, absolutely
everything belongs to Aaron
Sorkin and all his people. None of the characters
are mine, all
property of THE WEST WING and ARRON SORKIN. Part of this is
a chain letter I got. I revised it to fit in this story.
An answer to the cliff hanger. Two Cathedral spoiler.
Can you tell us right now if you will be seeking a
place my hands in my pockets and slowly look off to the side as I
can feel the burn in my heart, and I turn back to answer the
let me ask you something: What would you do if
someone held a gun to your
face and asked if you believe in God?
Say, `no' and fell ashamed the rest of
your life? Our be the proud
few who answer, `yes' and die."
I can feel
the eyes in the room silently shout, `huh?' as the world
waits for the little
speech I ran through my head forty times on the
honestly say I would answer, `yea' because I did a few short
years ago. Three
years to be exact, when I was sworn in as president.
When I silently promised
to do everything in my power for this
country. I knew I was going to keep my
faith, my Christianity, my
love in my left pocket close to my heart whenever
I spoke, and I
knew I would eventually get into trouble for doing so, and I
everytime the mail room opened a no-return addressed envelope that
Josiah Bartlet or President Bartlet written hastly across the front.
I wasn't going to let that stop me, I wasn't going to let that
gun force me
to say `no', when God willing I will stand up and
funny how simple it is for people to trash God and everyone
who speaks for
him, and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
It is funny how we
believe what the newspapers say, but question
what the Bible does. It's funny
how everyone wants to go to heaven,
provided they do not have to believe,
think, say or do anything the
Bible says. Or is that scary? It's funny how
someone can say, `Hey I
believe in God,' but still follow Satan, who by the
way believes in
God. It's funny how parents won't let their children watch
Street because they question its values, but let them play with a
instead. I think it's funny that they have the gun in the first
place. It's funny how everyone thinks they can solve our gun problem
owning a gun, when its that very reason why we have a problem to
with. It's funny how many people tobacco kills, and how
victims sue when they
become ill, all-the-while they choose to spend
the money to kill themselves.
It's funny that today one-in-five
children live in poverty and then how today
people have so much
money that they spend it on tobacco and kill themselves.
The room has an eerie silence, and I can't even see a shutter flash.
take a second to calm down and regain what little dignity I have left.
look back a Sandy.
"And I think it's funny how you, Sandy, can stand here
my loyalty to you, to this country and to God by thinking I will
into a corner and whimper `no' when faced with a problem. God
I will stand up, I will shout and I will scream until I lose my
only then will I get out paper and pen and write. This
society, this country,
this world needs help and God knowing I will
not stand by and watch it go to
hell. There is so much more to do,
and I have one year left to do it and if I
can't get it done, then
hell I will come back again for four
Everyone is writing frantically, and camera shutters are starting
flick again. I have to stop again, so I can lower my voice. I
talking and before I know it I'm screaming, Aw.. What the Hell?
this be a time to scream.
"I have come, and I eventually will go,
but I plan on staying for five
more years. This is the time of Josiah
Bartlet. A time to speak freely
and a time for change."
I step of the
podium and walk out the doors, I can hear them shout
questions at my back but
I know I already answered the important one.
I can feel my face tighten, but
not because I'm mad, but because I
can't hide the smile across my face.
My staff is falling in behind me, I'm not looking at them, but I
feel there smiles. I'm waiting for
"Mr. President that was awesome. Looks
like you won't need Sam
and Toby anymore."
There it is. "No Josh, I
need everyone because this is just the
beginning. Remember: Let Bartlet Be
Bartlet. Well we're just getting
warmed-up, they haven't even let us on the
I can sense laughter behind my back. I know they aren't
me, but morethanless the situation. I hope.
I slow my
pace in the hallway. I know.....
...this will get
you Toby. I stop in front of the door and turn as
quickly as I can, with a
large smile, I stand with my feet apart, my
hands spread open, and two
fingers on each hand, a spitting image of
Nixon. "Bring It On."
turn around just as quickly and walk out the door. That will give
story to tell their grandchildren.