We are supposed to identify with nation above humanity or sisterhood, to support endless wars, to not-see our government’s crimes dressed up in “humanitarian interventions.” Let’s not. We should be outraged that women and their loved ones all over the world are being relentlessly trammeled by the injustice of our wars. Wars, now, not just led by men, but also by women of great power and deception.
This is not a cliché. Unfortunately. We are caught in an endless war. Our government has a waiting list of wars as if the ones they have going now are not enough. On and on we (?) bomb, shoot, sabotage, rape, poison, and torture to serve the few. So, as an artist, I must do this poster that will be considered by some to be a cliché, but is not.
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.