Women Are Not Targets


Here’s another image I borrowed from the Chicago Women’s Liberation Union’s great poster “Women Are Not Chicks.” Their original message still needs shouting out as the objectification of women is still around (although “babe” is the more contemporary word). Again, though, I am bringing up the anti-war message. The massacre of women and girls by our weaponry has got to be opposed. I really believe that a “feminist” agenda that is not anti-war is not truly a feminist agenda at all.



Walking. It’s supposed to be good for us, if we are able. Supposedly, doctors recommend 10,000 steps a day. Let’s think about this. If you take 10,000 steps and multiple it by the number of people on the planet, even factoring differences in the walking capacities, maybe working in a formula for rolling, that’s a lot of steps. Now, the important question, how many of the sum total of steps taken all around the world would be done in safety? For how many people does walking turn out to be not so good for them because while they were walking they were in the wrong skin, wrong gender, believing the wrong things, loving the wrong people, living in the wrong place?


Home! A Human Right

One day, when I was observing beginning teachers, the students were reading a story about someone who was worrying. The teacher stopped, made sure they knew what “worry” meant, then asked what made them worry. One student quickly raised his 7 year old hand and said, ” I worry we won’t be able to pay the rent.” No seven year old child should have this worry. Home is a human right.

Cost Of War


This poster is in a perpetual draft state, but I though I’d put it out here. What is the cost of war? Our human services, community life, family security and our ability to feel empathy. Drones leveled at one society are metaphorically pointed towards our own. Being lulled into a false sense of calm, of distance from the ugliness of war, is temporary. It will come back to bite us in the b…..

Make Truth The New Normal


Anyone remember the story about George Washington chopping down the cherry tree, then owning up to it when his daddy asked who the culprit was? “I cannot tell a lie,” little Georgie said. I don’t know about you but that story was central to my earliest social studies education. Honesty the best policy. Our heroes the truth-tellers. Never mind it was political mythology, not actually true, part of the conjuring up of false fronts for those in power. I’m going to run with it.  My heroes are the truth-tellers. The brave ones who actually do speak the truth. No matter what, because it’s the right thing to do. In fact, I’m going to take it a step further. Let’s not admire those heroes. Let’s be those heroes. Let’s all grab a whistle.