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(Note - John Howard is the Prime Minister of
Australia 2004)
LITTLE JOHNNY’S LETTER TO GOD – 1948
Dear God
I am only a child, but as You know, I have a well-developed social
conscience that is rare in one so young. Today, God, I
saw a terrible sight. I want to share it with you, and I want to
ask for your help, and maybe the help of the right wing angels. At
the bottom of my letter is a drawing of what I saw when I was on
holiday. By mistake we passed through a little town in
Western Australia
on our way to
Perth
, and these children surrounded our car.
I felt so sorry for these little black children. As You can see,
they are crying. I realised they were not only black, but dirty
and in need of a bath. They were playing in the rubbish heaps by
the side of the road where there were also many rats and great big
cockroaches. My Daddy said their fathers were so poor they could
not pay the rent and so the council would not send the
pest-exterminator (to get rid of the rats and cockroaches, and
also, Mummy said, the lice in the children’s hair). You know the
poem I told you last week:
“Golliwog is
a dirty dog
His heart is as
black as coal
But his skin is
as white as the pale moonlight
Compared with
the state of his soul.”
Well, when I saw those children I thought of
that, and I realised that if they didn’t get a wash soon their
souls would never recover and they would end up going to Hell!
I had a good idea. Maybe You could get involved? If their families
were able to get plenty of petrol, things would be a whole lot
better. So if you could give them petrol pumps they might start to
understand and practise better values. I think You could do a deal
with them, You know. If they pay their rent and wash the children,
then You will send them the petrol pumps. I know this is an
unusual idea, but as You know, I am a lateral thinker, and pretty
imaginative. I think it is one of my most brilliant ideas,
actually, and I hope You will agree.
And, God, if you can’t help with this, I promise that when I
grow up I will do it myself. I will make sure those poor little
black children have a nice hot shower once a day, and I will make
their mothers take a face-washer to their faces twice a day, and I
will tell their daddies take out the rubbish bins. Their fathers
will pay the landlord and then the council will take away the
rubbish for them, and kill the cockroaches and rats and lice.
God, as you can see, I have thought of everything. I think You can
be very proud of me, just as I am proud to have You for my
Heavenly Father. When I grow up I will be able to show You the
true extent of my gratitude. I am going to be the President of a
great country like
America
, and I promise always to do Your will.
Hoping You can help in this instance, I remain,
Yours respectfully.
John.
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