We can bomb the world to pieces. But we can't bomb it into peace.
—MICHAEL FRANTI, HIP-HOP ARTIST
ON THE MORNING OF April 9, 2002, Lynne Stewart was in her apartment when she heard a commotion at the front door. She looked out the window and saw four or five unfamiliar people. She immediately assumed they were police. The veteran civil liberties attorney figured they were coming to hassle her husband, a well- known activist. He was outside talking heatedly with the visitors.
“Calm down, calm down, we'll take care of this, ” Stewart told her husband as she came out to intervene. It was a familiar role to Stewart.
An FBI agent looked at the rumpled attorney and said, “We're not here for him. We're here for you.” With that, they put her in handcuffs and whisked her away to FBI headquarters in Manhattan.
It had finally come to this: The Bush-Ashcroft juggernaut was