Letters & Songs to the president(s) n kings

In 2001 and 2002 I wrote some letters to the president and the vice president of the US of America. Although I never got any answer from them, you might like to hear them when I read them for you tonight.

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me.
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind.
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you ‘bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ‘bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ‘bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ‘bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing ‘bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me.
Would you?

Douwe Harrop

Hello mr. President,

Today, October 10th 2001, it has been 16 years that my grandfather died
on cancer. (The disease as I know now which can be treated very well if
you use natural substances) He fought for short period of time in World
War II and lost a friend in a battle on Schiphol. If he had died himself
I would never have existed.

But he hated war. He never told me anything about it and the two
sentences above are the only thing I know. The lesson he wanted to tell
me is that war is not more or less than a game, but a dangerous one. The
last game of chess I played with him in 1985 is frozen in time because
my grandfather died shortly after we started it. America, as the largest
democracy in the world, should know that we don’t have to kill each
other in real but we can simulate it in every computer on earth.
There is only one difference between war and chess: If you just
checkmated a friend, he isn’t really dead and you can play again with
him. After you killed somebody in a war (who is actually a brother) you
can’t play war again. People who loved that somebody are angry and want
to play war again to the other side. It is a process that can’t be
stopped unless there is one man or woman who tells us there is no need
to make war. Think of John Lennon who thought that way, but was
killed… I don’t want to get killed anyway but we have to listen to
each others wishes and fulfill them time after time, then the world can
become a lot better place to live for any human being. We can’t stay
rich and the others poor. If there is a war going on without oil
involved, America is not interested! (Rwanda, 1994 – 1 million casualties)

But everyone knows we all want a good life. And a good life is possible
for anyone on earth. And if we want to survive into the future we have
to colonize Mars and our own faithful moon. Think of 1969; first landing
on the moon; Why aren’t we there already??

Greetings again,

T.D. Holtjer
Arnhem, The Netherlands

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you’ll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you’ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Batisms of fire
I’ve watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There’s so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun’s gone to hell
And the moon’s riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it’s written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We’re fools to make war
On our brothers in arms.


March on Brussels

That what tore the heart of the world,
on which the Netherlands and Vlaanderen (Piece of Belgium, talking Dutch),
is grieving with seven Television nets,
didn’t come out of the dark.
It is there because there has passed something before.
And what happens in Rwanda,
happens on the Balkan,
It happens also in Sudan,
and maybe it happens in Nigeria too.
Although, that last is not likely,
because in that country is much oil,
and it has other materials for sale,
that gives always a positive turn on the march,
of events in history.
Of course, I support
that we must give much money
on accountnumber 5 5 5.
but what I insist on too, is that after paying for the helping here,
another action should not longer be put on the line.
There is much pain and much suffering
in the longer the more places
You won’t loose the evil in the world,
but you don’t have to be a phantast
to conclude:
With the genocide that passed in the near past,
the slaugtering and deportations,
from Mostar until Ghoma
could not escalate so strongly
with less doubtful and amphibious operations,
from Europe and the U.N.
Does these politics without pressure of the public
ever become integer and powerful
If the people,
and the people WE ARE,
fall silent after donating these emergency rotations,
Why should they, who represent our people, use their mouth anyway?
We cannot visit the Anne-Frank house in Amsterdam
On May 4th the flag hanging halfway its flagstaff,
regret the haulocaust
and that what should never happen again,
let exist anyway.
That existing anyway,
that the guilty people at the same murder as then
and from which we told: This must never happen again,
nevertheless with them is an agreement again.
On Sunday, 31th of July I wrote this poem,
The radio told about Rwanda,
that it was sick, hopeless and poor.
After that on Balcan ground,
again a group of around 300 Muslims was deported
and every house of them had been seized.
And the whole of the Netherlands complained that it was terribly warm.
There are still riding trains with Jews to Auschwitz
However Auschwitz is sometimes Mostar or Kichali,
and Jews are sometimes Hutu,sometimes Tutsi
of nothing.
And in our name that train rides again
because those who are in Brussels,
also ruling this world
choosen by us.
Emergency rotations come first,
but if you leave it with that
then it is nothing more than ever allow
that one after the other train is leaving for Auschwitz
to gather money for the surviving people
Last year a march on Brussels was proposed,
That march has been postponed,
and later it didn’t take place,
because so was told us,
A massive protest would not be normal to nineties.
That was then, and now is now
This is the time of the individual
who want to manifest himself personally
and doesn’t seem to bind himself to politics
so the following happend
at a morbide turning point
in history.
While people at some places are still killing,
the following genocide is already prepared,
and that etnically cleaning,
can take place without notification,
because protesting is out of fashion.
I think with the eye on the good fashion,
that it becomes the time to do something which is out of fashion.
It is the time for us, a-diplomatic outsiders
that something has to be told to them who talk in the name of Europe
that for us people a nation being into genocide
does not count less heavy
than a war
in which oil is involved
The lingering held by the world’s nations
done with our ratifications,
from that rude working,
there can only be one outcome:
That is such a march on Brussels.
The next genocide doesn’t take long to arrive,
We appoint on a date,
Reserve our seven television nets again
The pain afterwards can be relieved,
But the alread departed deportation train cannot be stopped anymore.
An action like this should consist of 2 steps,
2 steps who belong to each other
The second stap cannot go without the first one
and without step two, step one is lost.
Now step one,
But if we then stop
Then the emergency rotations from the first hour,
will linger this politics on the long run
Because when the people, and the people are WE, fall silent,
after the sending of this emergency rotations,
why should they, who represent our people,
ever open their mouths again?
Herman Finkers

Not yet read 30/3

Mail message on: 2002/08/11 – Demanding to stop war.

Hello mr. President George W. Bush,

From my point of view it is far more better not to start a war against Iraq. It could even start World War III. The power we have is a lot higher than I ever suspected. The world cannot suffer another war, believe me. If we start a war, it will be hardly possible for a Messiah (if availiable right now; and I think he IS available but people are reluctant to know) to pick up the pieces.

You must know you are dealing with Spaceship Earth. We have a strictly balanced spaceship with everything on board, but you are fighting terrorists. They are seemingly invisible and there are sources on the internet (I cannot judge whether that is true or not) telling Bin Laden was trained by the CIA. Isn’t that weird? It seems like: Scatter and rule… Fact is that Bin Laden was treated on an American Hospital on a kidney problem. When you would really have wanted to catch him, you could have done in February 2001. Isn’t he providing for you an excuse to make or start a war?

Think of this Song – we do have it so damned good, the wealth is shining from our eyes:

Another Day In Paradise
Written by Phil Collins

Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Paradise, paradise (yeah)
You and me (yeah)

She calls out to the man on the street
Sir can you help me
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep
is there somewhere you can tell me (yeah)

He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh, think twice
‘Cos it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh (oh) think twice (think twice)
‘Cos it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise
(Mmm mm mm) Yeah
Think about it
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she’s been crying, yeah
(Yo girl why you crying)
She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet
(Here let me help you out)
She can’t walk but she’s trying

Oh, think twice
‘Cos it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh (oh) think twice (think twice)
‘Cos it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise
(Mmm mm mm) Yeah
Think about it
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Oh, you and me in paradise
You and me (yeah)
Just think about it (yeah)
Yeah, just think about it (yeah)

Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord (oh)
There must be something you can say
(Talk to me)

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she’s been there, yeah
She’s probably been moved on from every place
‘Cos she didn’t fit in there

Oh, think twice
‘Cos it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh (oh) think twice (think twice)
‘Cos it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise
(Mmm mm mm) Yeah
Think about it
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Just think about it
Think about it
It’s just another day for you and me in paradise
It’s just another day for you and me in paradise
It´s just another day (think about it)
For you and me in paradise
Yeah, think about it

A few mail messages sent to president Bush before attacking Afganistan.

Hello mr. President,

If two children are starting to fight as a good parent I tell my
daughter to walk away from it. The hit to the girl who wanted to attack
her is much greater than if she had to hit back. If you always tell to
hit back, it will result in the real injury or death of one of the two
children because they don’t know their own power.

When countries or groups of people are building fight on fight and
terror on terror (in the eyes of the other it is terror also) then they
can blow the whole population of mankind away because people in effect
don’t know their own power. Please think twice before ever striking
again because you are the strongest if you walk away and just rebuild
WTC with the best safety of planes:

Chips transplanted into the bodies of pilots can be the safety of any
plane: If the pilot is gone the automatic pilot will fly right back to
the airfield where the plane has just started. Another man or woman
can’t fly the aircraft because he or she hasn’t that chip coded. If the
chip doesn’t recognize any heartbeat on the pilot the automatic pilot
will do just the same!


T.D. Holtjer

(Dire Straits)

Let the Palestenians know that every weapon won’t be used any more so
you don’t have to discuss an army; they will be the first country with
an army without weapons. There will be armies without weapons. There are
only there to fight disasters caused by nature and to help Deserts
irrigate and help the people to grow their own (not Gen-manipulated) food.


T.D. Holtjer
Arnhem, The Netherlands

Hello mr. President,

I don’t think Bin Laden will ever be able to run the Marathon of New
York because his kidney-disease won’t allow him to do so. I hope the
terrorist will allow the runners to run without complications. The
saddest thing on Mr. Bin Laden is that he is using a whole people’s
religion to make war while millions of people believing in Allah do not
want any Ji-Had or something like that. The reason: they have learned to
live in another country where they also have learned that other people
to think else than they do still not wanting to fight them. We can’t
tell our version is right because we still fight with the same means in
Afghanistan than terrorists did on September 11th. Although the chance
on a terrorist attack has lowered since September 11th. we can’t say we
have everything under our control. It’s better to have everything under control in your own country
than to fight in another one. Please think of stopping at least during
Ramadan… Perhaps 4-ever because you won’t find Bin Laden; it’s less
than a needle in a hay-stack. Just lower his influence by giving the
poor people in the world what they want: to eat & a roof above their
heads. You can tell, if you like that a Messiah has returned who sees no
difference between Jesus and Mohammed…

Wise is he who collects the wisdom of others…


T.D. Holtjer
Arnhem, The Netherlands.

Hello mr. President,

Although it seems we live in a free side of the world, there are people
who try to fight that freedom. And those who fight against freedom are
sometimes seen as Mohammed/Jesus/Boeddha-like persons on their
religion-side. Everyone knows of the return of Jesus/Mohammed/Boeddha as
a part of one’s religion. No one has perhaps thought of the fact that if
that somebody returns he should be at no one’s side just trying to bring
all te people of the world together regardless of what he or she is
thinking for his or her religion.

As science grows no scientific proof has been given of the existing of
“God”/”Allah”. No one has perhaps realized that all he or she is seeing
right now known as “nature” can be divine.

As for earth we have only two choices: “We keep fighting like little
children and will destroy the civilization as far as it got.” or “We
stop fighting and try to bring every single creature to each other.”

Hello again,

As I predicted before the attacks on Afganistan the problem has been
scattered. You can’t really tell where the anthrax is comming from.
Whether it’s Iraq or Afganistan. As far as I could investigate:
Afganistan has two factories for making vaccinations against Anthrax and
other diseases. The same technique can be used for making harmful
viruses and bacteries. They at least can be produced in Afganistan but
also be bought from Iraq, the country which can use every dollar because
of the sanctions which are still in use now…

Where Taliban is poisoning the food distributed by US showing that
people will be poisoned from American Food perhaps it’s better to
distribute food with U.N. on it; the organisation which can’t go into
Afganistan while the war is still going on. Iran & Pakistan have to open
their borders for refugees so the U.N. can help or war has to be stopped
as soon as possible (only special command units to cut of electricity,
water and oil towards harmful factories. Don’t BOMB that factories
because of the poisoning of the area with bacteries which can live by
over 1000 degrees celcius!) so that U.N. can distribute Food. Think of
irrigating parts of Afganistan so that food can be grown in the country
itself. (NOVIB methods)


T.D. Holtjer
Arnhem, The Netherlands

Hello mr. President,

Tell the Americans and the other people in the world that the chance to
get involved in a traffic-incident is a million times bigger than
getting contaminated with Anthrax. If you planned to fly away for a
vacation just fly away. Don’t let any terrorist bother you! If you
planned to buy a TV-set. Just do so. The terrorists won’t come to take
it away. So you can think of a million examples. If something happens
you have time enough to think about it. Don’t let the press with
Anthrax-stories frighten your mind! Just do what you normally should or
would do!

Stay positive of mind!


T.D. Holtjer
Arnhem, The Netherlands

Hello mr. President,

In the Netherlands Loesje said: “Imagine there is a war. But no
journalist is going there.”

Then nobody knew what we were fighting against & for. But the essence is
right: If you don’t publish about Anthrax we don’t get any panic.
Everybody can read and see now how bad it is… E.g. We don’t publish
anything about the AIDS virus and anyone knows how to avoid AIDS.

This is exactly the scenario that the terrorists want to spread. But the
effect of any publication is that insane people are sending powders to
any company in the world. The companies must react adequately and then
it isn’t any Anthrax. Be so kind and do not publish anything about
people getting the disease. Just threat them so that we can concentrate
on the thing it all started for.

Think of stopping the war it’s less than a needle in a haystack.


T.D. Holtjer
Arnhem, The Netherlands

Hello mr. President,

We have to put pressure on Israel. They accuse Arafat of today’s killing
of a minister.
That is not true. People who kill that way are terrorists just like Bin
Laden. The same way we cannot control the World for not housing any
terrorists so Arafat can’t do so for Palestina.


Arafat can’t be compared to any terrorist. If the world wants peace and
I think the world wants to the first step is to create Palestina and
Israel as separate states without any army!


T.D. Holtjer
Arnhem, The Netherlands

(America can’t intervene in the Isrealean conflict with the Palestineans right now because Afganistan is still not ended!!! – 2002/03/06)

I never got any reply back except the Autoresponder of the whitehouse.

But can We trust Bush wacker?

In God We Trust

This is really very simple but thoughtful…. The Penny

You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I’ve ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.

Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband’s employer’s home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband’s employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely. As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment. Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up? Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value. A smile crept across the man’s face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this? “Look at it.” He said. “Read what it says.” She read the words “United States of America.” “No, not that; read further.” “One cent?” “No, keep reading.” “In God we Trust?” “Yes!” “And?” “And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God’s way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful! When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realised that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, “In God We Trust,” and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful!

And, God is patient… ”

Have a blessed day. May you always have health, riches and happiness all the days of your life. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Here you see mr President and his father play golf,


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