It seems I feel moved to come out with different ways of saying the same thing. Women! We must be anti-war. That means being very suspicious of those women in power, who call themselves feminists, yet sugar coat their unjust wars with claims of being the moral leader of the universe. It ain’t so.
Fracking. In our cities? Not a good idea. To get information on fracking (and other environmental issues) check out Earth Justice’s site.
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?
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.
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.….
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.