J. Barrett Wolf Incorpo-rant The next time somebody says corporations are people, I want to see the court documents charging BP with the murder of The Desert Storm vet, the father of two, The guy with the wife who was 9 months pregnant when the fireball consumed her husband. On that oil platform. I want to see where some entity is charged with capital murder and negligent homicide, arrested and made to defend themselves in court and sentenced to at least the sixteen years in jail Kenneth Payne, an actual person, got for stealing a snickers bar in Texas. If there is no trial and no guilt and no sentence and no jail But there is a check cut to the survivors, Skimmed from an expense account and written off their taxes, You don't get to tell me that corporations are people, my friend. The next time somebody says corporations are people, I want to take that person for a walk. I want to pass with them through iron gates walk with them green fields where the rocky earth has been tilled flat and the only stones are polished clean and standing at attention. I want to point to the names on those stones: like B. W. Rice, W.G. Smith-Chappell or Kareem Rashad Sultan Kahn and ask where we can find the names of corporations that have died defending this nation or any nation so conceived. The next time somebody says corporations are people, you tell them to shove that judicial fiction up their Limousine's tailpipe and stop trying to convince us it's OK to forget that we've already been robbed more often and more effectively by the men with fountain pens than any army with its swords and guns.