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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels across country in my "radical ride" mobile billboard truck as I attempt to engage in dialogue with people in hopes to wake us up and inspire action to change our country and communities and selves. And it is froth with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society and life we want

Monday, August 13, 2018

Open letter: Grannies Respond caravan has ended but ICE has NOT...

The Grannies Respond caravan has ended but ICE, the incarceration of refugees, the separation of children from their families has NOT ended! 
 
Grandmothers, dearest Grandmothers: I've an idea for a followup action to the awesome caravan! There is sooooo much publicity, good will, admiration, support following Grannies Respond. Not to mention the knowledge and experience we've gained working together and making this happen!

Let's capitalize on it! Let's go to D.C. (we don't have to caravan), surround the white house, demand to speak with tRump to let him know we will NOT give up until every child is united with their family, every family released from prison, and ICE is disbanded. We womyn of this nation, we grandmothers, must NOT allow this horrific, cruel harm to continue to be injustly inflicted on womyn of other nations, grandmothers of other nations, children of other nations.

There is a great National Park right on the D.C. metro line - greenbelt national park - where campsites are $10/night for seniors and the train is 4 miles away, the white house a 20 minute or so ride. Easy access, not so expensive.

Let us continue to act with the urgency as if it is our daughter imprisoned, our granddaughter taken from her and disappeared or imprisoned or handed over to strangers.

Wednesday, August 08, 2018

No, we can't live WITH guns...

An older white man today at the YMCA reacted to my "DISARM: Military, Police, ALL MEN" t-shirt by shaking his head and mumbling "oh people will never live with that".

REALLY fuckin REALLY?

What are people thinking when they say such things? How messages get twisted around in their minds and out comes something so inane, so counter to the truth.

I told him what I tell everyone who goes there: "You're so wrong. People cannot live without this."

And of course, I tell him the stats: the number of people and which people the police are murdering, men are murdering, the military is murdering - the people who are NOT living BECAUSE we have fuckin guns and the men who are willing to use them.

He smiles kinda sheepishly and says how he's never thought of it that way. Racism & misogyny - or white and male privilege, to make it more palatable for those folks...maybe

Thursday, August 02, 2018

This morning's brief opportunity

Pulling into Whole Foods in Pittsburgh, three white men ascend upon me with different directions, all talking at the same time.

Two are old, one skinny, one fat, one younger buff fellow.

They all end up on my truck's anti-monsanto side. One talks about how he despises GMO food and before he goes out to eat, he calls a restaurant - actually he calls all the restaurants in town - and asks them if they serve GMO food!

I applaud and encourage his action. He asks us when we are going to label GMO food, which leads us into a discussion of why label, why not BAN GMO food. Other countries have done it, so can we.

The buff man wants to know if I instagram...like isn't it enough I text and email, blog and facebook? I have to instadance also?

He turns out to be committed to healthy living and wants to record me talking about monsanto, gmo's and eating healthy in 15 second sound bytes.

REALLY? I do try - and as always, I'm now thinking what I COULD have said, which is only good for what I will say for the next time. If I can speak in 7 second sound bytes for tv, surely I can do 15 second sound bytes.

I get to tell all the guys about the Grannies Respond caravan, which no one has heard of - UFB. But they all heard about refugee children being separated from parents and incarcerated.

THIS state - Pennsylvania - has one of the 3 such prisons in the nation. 3 so far - u know tRump et al are negotiating the building of several more... I encourage them to go to Reading and stand outside Berg until it is shut down. The all nod slowly and say "maybe I will!"

I'm glad I'm wearing my "Abolish Prison" tshirt this a.m.

We CAN'T disrupt OUR lives.....

I'm kinda TIRED of the horrified hand-over-the heart-while-stating-as-if-fact "we can't disrupt our lives" whine while we benefit off the disruption of the lives of others. Our u.s.ofa. lives are SOOOOOOOO important and necessary to our 'survival' - i.e. the survival of our lifeSTYLE - we can't begin to consider 'sacrificing' that lifeSTYLE in order to end the u.s.ofa. disruption of the lives of others: i.e. those less deserving of this lifestyle here in this country while their less-deserving entire lives face DESTRUCTION let alone disruption.

Then when those who have no choice whether to disrupt their lives or not, when they escape our bombs, our weapons placed into the hands of men we've trained how to kill their neighbor, our corporations land and resource grab, then when they walk or bus or train or stumble through unimaginable hardship and danger, when they finally arrive at our borders believing the welcomed "huddled masses yearning to breathe free" propaganda, they get put in jail, their children get taken from them, disappeared, incarcerated INFUCKINCARCERATED!

And when I say those of us who see the horror and terror in this, those of us who are compelled to act, we need to be at every single 'detention' prison, every border, every ICE or INS or border patrol office or station or headquarters - and committed to STAY THERE until this policy of snatching children from their mothers and of incarcerating asylum seekers has been demolished and all the money for those horrific cruel agencies put into providing for the needs of these 'disrupted' human beings.

When I say a protest, a march, a caravan is a BEGINNING - an awesome beginning, but a mere beginning - I'm told I can't expect 'us' to 'disrupt' our own lives....

REALLY???

Wednesday, August 01, 2018

Grannies Resist!

I was able 2 join this awesome grannies resist caravan for a couple days. 2day we were on the steps of the pa state capitol building in Harrisburg b4 continuing on 2 Pittsburgh. I was able 2 get the message I came 2 bring, even tho the 1st critical part wasn't recorded & that is making the connection between our direct & indirect military attacks on these people we r turning in2 refugees. The 2nd critical part is on here!

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1272481156226722&id=407570359384477

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

that which made/kes amerikkka great

For those of us who went to bed last night knowing where our children were, or where our mothers were, grannies respond were out in front of a cruel, inhumane, and just plain WRONG prison benignly named "residential" center protesting the fucked up incarceration of Black & brown children & mothers who r fleeing u.s.ofamerikkka inflicted & sponsored violence in their countries of origin.

THIS is what has made amerikkka great in the past, & continues to make us great today: the exploitation & occupation of the lands & resources & life of other peoples around the world. 

After we bring another country's life and resources under our control, after we flood that country with knowledge & weapons to kill their own people, after we bomb the infrastructure & contaminate everything from the water to the humans, we then commit more unthinkable violence against those attempting to escape, to survive, to protect their children by rounding them up & throwing them into jails we sooooooo kindly calll 'residential' & 'centers'.

And then several thousand CHILDREN have been snatched from their mother's arms and thrown into their own jail.

I joined the grannies last nite at such a cruel place called Berks in Reading PA. Come here, where children r imprisoned, children whose parents r trying desperately 2 protect them. SHUT DOWN BERKS!


Monday, July 30, 2018

My first newsletter: Newsletter #1 July 27th, 2018


This is a copy of my first newsletter! If you want to be on my list, please email me at ButWhatCanIDo2018 at gmail or respond to this post!

1)      SHARING ACTION(S)

Keene, New Hampshire: July 25th, 6pm

Last month when on route to womyn’s land in Vermont, I stopped at the Keene YMCA to work out. My ‘normal’ routine is running on the treadmill for a half hour keeping my heart rate above 120, stretching, and swimming if there’s a pool with lap swim lanes and I can convince myself to get into the water!

When I returned to my truck, which was strategically parked by the front door, I noticed an older white man staring at the “End White & Male War against Black, Brown, Muslim, Native, Asian, Immigrants, Womyn, Mother Earth” back of my truck. I approach cautiously – this is New England – but positively, greeting him with a broad smile and a “how do you like it?”

He is very enthusiastic himself and asks me if he can post the pics he’s already taken to the internet. I encourage him to do so. And I ask him about what folks are busy doing here in New Hampshire. He identifies the furor over separating babies from parents at the border as directing most of the present-day actions in Keene.

I tell him about my book and ask if he’ll set a reading up for me here. He then tells me about the Monadock Progressive Alliance and promises to connect us – which he did a few days later!

So today I’ve returned to Keene in order to gather with about 15 or so of the mostly white, one brown man awesome activists of the Monadock Progressive Alliance (MPA) where I’m told that Keene is the Austin of New Hampshire, and I’ve heard that Austin is the Berkeley of Texas. Hmmm.

We sit together around four large tables as we share food, past and current actions as well as future plans. Plus I get to do a shortened version of my reading!

“Get Out the Vote” (GOTV) is primary on the extensive list of work they are doing. But “Get Out the Vote” must not be the end – it sounds so final, doesn’t it? I think we need to add something to that slogan like “GOTV AND Follow Thru: Keep the Vote True” or something that indicates we’re not done by voting but we’re beginning by voting, merely beginning. It’s like the plug slipping out from a mother-to-be’s vagina, just the easy beginning, signifying the real work is about to start.

I remember Obama, during his first few weeks in office, stated that he needed to look out the white house windows and see the people present holding signs and having his back. But instead, we GOTV, elected a Black man, and then went back to our lives-as-usual counting on him to do our work fixing our country.

Activists working to save our environment were also strongly present and several upcoming dates for conferences and actions were shared. (See the MPA website http://www.monadproalliance.org/) and/or facebook page).

Immigration and ending the separation of children from their parents is also a driving force for MPA. So I had a further opportunity to exemplify the point in my book that states most of us, especially white people, do not know our real history nor how it continues today.

We can use the shock of some folks in our country when witnessing this cruel practice to uncover our real history, as this separating of children from parents of color has been practiced since white men invaded this land: grabbing children from mothers and community who had the nerve to survive genocide, and sending them far away off to “indian schools” when they were a mere 5 years old; and the practice during slavery of selling babies and children to be enslaved far away from their enslaved parents.

And how presently, even before we learned of the mass detaining of immigrant children in facilities far away from their mothers and fathers, this practice of the snatching of children and imprisonment of youth has been institutionalized in our country in the form of juvenile detention ‘centers’ or ‘halls’, ‘juvie’ prisons, once again disproportionately impacting Black and brown families; not to mention the placing of children in foster homes, the majority of Native children being placed in white homes. And now we’re hearing stories of brown babies that have been stolen from immigrant mothers and placed again into white homes.

I was able to conclude with the Salmon Sacrifice story and how when we act for justice and survival of life on Mother Earth, we are not really ‘sacrificing’ but are gaining our humanity.

Everyone trudged out to the food co-op’s parking lot, where my truck was parked, to take group photos. Plus I sold a few books!


2)      CALENDAR

My next reading is at the marvelous Bloodroot Restaurant, 41 years of creating radical feminist gathering space sharing vegan and vegetarian food! Selma and Noel, our fierce and brave foremothers, are also writers themselves as well as creative chefs! And they provide jobs for immigrant and refugee womyn escaping violence of u.s. fueled wars.

I’m deeply moved and grateful to have this opportunity. This is a place where the womyn’s revolution of was fomented and passed on by these womyn as well as other visionary sheras like Audre Lorde, Adrienne Rich, Mary Daly. To think I might be in a seat one of them sat in first! I’m rendered speechless with joy and wonder!

Here’s hoping I’ll be able to speak, if not partake again in the wonderful brunch 11:30-2:30 before my reading, this Sunday, July 29th in Bridgeport Connecticut!

I’ll be heading off to Media PA and then to Pittsburgh PA for the first of August: I want to meet up with the Grannies Resist caravan that is heading from NYC to the detention Center in Texas for a 24 hour vigil protesting the separating of children from their parents at the border. I’ve decided not to join the caravan – although I’m deeply appreciative the grandmothers are embarking on this action. If they were staying at the detention center until this horrific practice has ended – as well as if they were making the connection with the everyday imprisonment of our youth – I would feel more inclined to put my book readings on the back burner and join them. Or if I was inclined to take responsibility and make these actions happen but I cannot be deterred from my present mission.

The rest of August I am setting up readings in Ohio, Illinois, Indiana and Wisconsin. Stay tuned – or if you’re in any of the states, please email me so I can come do a reading/gathering/discussion in your neck of the woods!

3)      (RE)DEFINING THE PROBLEMS AND CREATING SOLUTIONS

a)      The Problem

It is magic really when I get together with other womyn and come up with creative strategies for implementing change.

Such an opportunity arose a couple months ago when one of the awesome New Jersey radical feminist lesbian activists I connected with was a white librarian. She’s very committed to eliminating racism and sexism in children’s books and has attempted to get other (mostly white) librarians on board.

When suggesting to her white staff that the library take the books (treasured by most white people) off the shelf that teach our children racism and sexism – and our children have to be carefully taught both – the staff balked and refused in the name of declaring such an action ‘censorship’.

If you’ve read my book, then you’re familiar with the concept of “Blank Checks of Inaction” that we give ourselves and this embracing of anti-censorship as having a higher priority in white lives than the eliminating of racism and sexism, is such a blank check. I can then say I cannot take action to prevent or eliminate teaching racism/sexism found in my treasured childhood books because I believe that is censorship.

There are several ways in which we teach children, from toddlers to teens and on, racism or sexism. One way of course is by the omission of womyn and the omission of males of color, making a child see that whites and males are important and valued, superior even while they are unseen and inferior.

Or when ‘white’ and ‘male’ is understood as when the race and/or sex of every character that is not white or male is identified while white and male is assumed for everyone else. Or when white characters are identified by describing their physical appearance, like blond with long hair, but the person of color is identified by describing their Black or brown race.

Another rampant way is by promoting both racial and sexual (gender) stereotypes of both womyn and of males of color.

And yet a fourth way is name-calling.

b)      The Solution

We came up with the idea of creating a “Stereotype Corner” in the library (altho it might end of much bigger than the missing or anti-stereotype section) and placing those beloved (by some) books like “Little House on the Prairie” where the white father claims ‘the only good indian is a dead indian’, “Babar the Elephant” and “Pocahontas”, etc.

So much can be done with such a corner: information can be printed on a large piece of cardboard, giving children (and adults) the skills to identify racism and sexism. There can be a bulletin board with cards for printing the names of books and authors and then an explanation of the racism and/or sexism found in this book.

Children can be invited to read every book with an eye to ‘uncovering’ the stereotypes in a book, or to identifying who is present and who is missing in a story, or to listing the positive and negative ways dark and light, Black and white, female and male are portrayed in the book.

And, on the other hand, to identifying the anti-racism and anti-sexism in the book.

The same invitation could be extended to adults. When I read a book, it is with a pencil so I can write in lead the racism and sexism I uncover – for the next reader(s). I also try to find the author’s email to let her know what I’ve witnessed in her book.

Contests could be run: who can identify the most stereotypes, which books are really hurtful especially to children of color and which books enforce white and/or male superiority.

This corner can also be set up in school libraries and/or classrooms as well.






Sunday, July 29, 2018

Bloodroot: the BEST reading ever!!!!

I am sooooo humbled and thankful to Selma and Noel for allowing me to read at their beautiful, feminist, vegan restaurant - a 41 year old establishment that taught us, amongst many other things, that womyn CAN do it for ourselves!

Just being where the ghosts of our fierce foremothers as Audre Lorde and Adrienne Rich and even Mary Daly once sat and read and raised consciousness and empowered womyn with their words, was enough to send me into bliss.

But when 6 or 7 young radical feminist lesbians joined the crowd, I was beside myself with pleasure and excitement. And these brilliant, out-spoken, passionate young womyn did not disappoint. Selma and Noel introduced them as their granddaughters! And what amazing granddaughters they are.

It was so different and rewarding for radical lesbian feminists to be in public in the majority and not silenced by others nor afraid to use their voices, and use them they did. And here at my reading/gathering/discussion today at Bloodroot!

I will always cherished this memory and hope to return again soon - if for no other reason to connect with these womyn and eat this delicious, vegan, organic food!

Bloodroot also has another cookbook out, which is much more than just a mere cookbook! Check it out at http://www.bloodroot.com/


Bloodroot and BEST reading ever!

I had the VERY best reading today at the wonderful Bloodroot feminist restaurant for so many reasons.

First the incredible amazon warriors and foremothers (now grandmothers), Selma and Noel, created as a collective and kept this amazing vegan and vegetarian restaurant afloat for over FOUR decades, paving the way when womyn barely owned any business, let alone a lesbian and feminist business!

Then, to be able to read where probably every well-known lesbian author of the past four decades has shared her work - to sit on a chair that might have been occupied by Andre Lorde or Adrienne Rich or any other of our foremothers! What an honor!

But today the voices of radical lesbian feminists - and young radical lesbian feminists - were not just the loudest, but were in the majority! These young womyn were brilliant, vocal, able and willing to step forward and step up into leadership positions - and I felt so immensely proud to witness this generation's awakening and embracing of and springing off from the herstory we worked so hard at creating for ourselves and for the future generations - these young womyn's - survival and thriving!

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Newsletter beginnings

PLEASE email me and join my newsletter list!!!!


My web diva has ordered me to begin a periodic newsletter to all the folks who either came to my book reading/gathering/discussion or are interested in coming up with answers to “But What Can I Do?” (www.ButWhatCanIDo.info)

I envision this newsletter as a venue for sharing those answers – and questions – and for creating a community of justice-makers across our nation who are committed to protecting the sacredness of all life: we who are NOT ‘taking back’ or ‘making great again’ but we who see how racism, sexism and war began, have always shaped and continues to direct our country; we who want to disentangle and smash racism and sexism, abolish war and male violence, and create a country ALL can thrive in.

And allow our Mother Earth and all her gifts of glorious life to survive.

Toward that end, these are the beginning things you can expect to find in this newsletter:

1)      SHARING ACTION(s) of the WEEK:

Because we are not saving life on our planet in our spare time or between grasping for the Amerikkkan nitemare, I see this as a venue for sharing the one most important action you took this week or maybe the one most important action you will be taking next week. We need to know – I need to know – that we are not the only ones working for justice. We need to join our voices with the choir and inspire each other while increasing our volume!

2)      CALENDAR or SPREADING THE BOOK READINGS WORD:

I also want to let you know about upcoming readings so you can plan on attending and/or so you can help spread the word, inviting the folks you may know who are close by. I’m self-published thus far so I’m going my version of door-to-door, town-to-town, state-to-state, until I’ve reached out to everyone across the nation. And I need your help for which I deeply thank you.

3)      (RE)DEFINING THE PROBLEMS AND CREATING SOLUTIONS

I see this as a venue for sharing the (re)defining of problems and our creative solutions. Since I’ve been on this journey, engaging with both the choir and the ‘other’, there have been many precious and brilliant moments where magic has flourished and important solutions created.

It is my intention to share at least one of these magic moments every week and I invite you to also share one of your weekly magic moments: a whisper or a tsunami, significant or a grain of sand, any and all. Nothing is too small or too silly to share.



Friday, July 27, 2018

my mistake..

When my camping neighbors invited me to share a meal tonite, I assumed it was safe to accept the invitation without asking if it is organic because Jim had confided that he is an organic farmer. I thought my biggest concern was going to be confronting their christian advances.

I was spared any form of christian conversion barring the 'grace' where jesus and gawd were thanked for providing the meal - to which I merely raised my voice to add thanks to Lynn and her daughter Mya for providing the meal.

I assumed the dinner would be organic.

It wasn't.

Only the chips I brought with me to share were organic.

Needless to say I retired to my camper and ate my leftover soup.




Born Again...christians


I’m being invited for dinner by the white fundamentalist baptists camping next to me and I’ve accepted although I briefly considered turning down the invite – but just because I'm camping doesn't mean I’m not working. Earlier, walking around the campground, I was thinking how I could hold readings here or at other campgrounds and most likely reach folks I don’t normally reach.

These fellow campers are from Chippewa Massachusetts, home of monsanto – maybe the original home of monsanto. We connected earlier over my anti-monsanto mural. The father of the oldest generation there, worked for monsanto, all his co-workers died from cancer and he himself had four different kinds of cancer before alzheimer’s  took him.

They are now organic farmers! The present elder John told me another farmer camping down the road from us who asked him how in the world can grow organic, given all the super bugs attacking the crops. John said he just doesn’t grow those crops that are susceptible to the bugs that dwell here.

As they were talking to me and being friendly, I asked them if their church is progressive, assuming they must be if they are going to be open to talking. That’s when they told me they’re fundamentalists. I can’t wait to find out what they mean by that.

I hope they don’t try to convert me.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Reading Monadnock

Last month when on route to womyn’s land in Vermont, I stopped at the Keene YMCA to work out. My ‘normal’ routine is running on the treadmill for a half hour keeping my heart rate above 120, stretching, and swimming if there’s a pool with lap swim lanes and I can convince myself to get into the water!

When I returned to my truck, which was strategically parked by the front door, I noticed an older white man staring at the “End White & Male War against Black, Brown, Muslim, Native, Asian, Immigrants, Womyn, Mother Earth” back of my truck. I approach cautiously – this is New England – but positively, greeting him with a broad smile and a “how do you like it?”

He is very enthusiastic himself and asks me if he can post the pics he’s already taken to the internet. I encourage him to do so. And I ask him about what folks are busy doing here in New Hampshire. He identifies the furor over separating babies from parents at the border as directing most of the present-day actions in Keene.

I tell him about my book and ask if he’ll set a reading up for me here. He then tells me about the Monadnock Progressive Alliance and promises to connect us – which he did a few days later!

So today I’ve returned to Keene in order to gather with about 15 or so of the mostly white, one brown man awesome activists of the Monadnock Progressive Alliance (MPA) where I’m told that Keene is the Austin of New Hampshire, and I’ve heard that Austin is the Berkeley of Texas. Hmmm.

We sit together around four large tables as we share food, past and current actions as well as future plans. Plus I get to do a shortened version of my reading!

“Get Out the Vote” (GOTV) is primary on the extensive list of work they are doing. But “Get Out the Vote” must not be the end – it sounds so final, doesn’t it? I think we need to add something to that slogan like “GOTV AND Follow Thru: Keep the Vote True” or something that indicates we’re not done by voting but we’re beginning by voting, merely beginning. It’s like the plug slipping out from a mother-to-be’s vagina, just the easy beginning, signifying the real work is about to start.

I remember Obama, during his first few weeks in office, stated that he needed to look out the white house windows and see the people present holding signs and having his back. But instead, we GOTV, elected a Black man, and then went back to our lives-as-usual counting on him to do our work fixing our country.

Activists working to save our environment were also strongly present and several upcoming dates for conferences and actions were shared. (See the MPA website http://www.monadproalliance.org/) and/or facebook page).

Immigration and ending the separation of children from their parents is also a driving force for MPA. So I had a further opportunity to exemplify the point in my book that states most of us, especially white people, do not know our real history nor how it continues today.

We can use the shock of some folks in our country when witnessing this cruel practice to uncover our real history, as this separating of children from parents of color has been practiced since white men invaded this land: grabbing children from mothers and community who had the nerve to survive genocide, and sending them far away off to “indian schools” when they were a mere 5 years old; and the practice during slavery of selling babies and children to be enslaved far away from their enslaved parents.

And how presently, even before we learned of the mass detaining of immigrant children in facilities far away from their mothers and fathers, this practice of the snatching of children and imprisonment of youth has been institutionalized in our country in the form of juvenile detention ‘centers’ or ‘halls’, ‘juvie’ prisons, once again disproportionately impacting Black and brown families; not to mention the placing of children in foster homes, the majority of Native children being placed in white homes. And now we’re hearing stories of brown babies that have been stolen from immigrant mothers and placed again into white homes.

I was able to conclude with the Salmon Sacrifice story and how when we act for justice and survival of life on Mother Earth, we are not really ‘sacrificing’ but are gaining our humanity.

Everyone trudged out to the food co-op’s parking lot, where my truck was parked, to take group photos. Plus I sold a few books!

Friday, July 20, 2018

Angry white man

I've found a rest stop less than 30 minutes from the Portland airport, where I have to be by 4:00am in the morning: I'm heading home to join a sistah's 50th birthday celebration!

I'm inside my camper, windows and door open to get the cooling off evening breeze and heating up the last of my food, cleaning out my fridge, puttering as well as I can in a floor space of about 3' wide and 6' long.

Soup hot, fruit piled artfully for consumption, I sit on my vintage red paint chipped metal stool and begin to enjoy.

Suddenly, I hear male shouting and someone is banging hard on my truck. I realize the sound is coming from the back so I quickly throw done my plate and jump out my truck, forgetting I'm barefoot and in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt.

A tall, skinny, shaved head white man, maybe around 40 years old, is stomping off to the side where he's parked his red suv - no white pickup for this angry white man!

My tone meets his as I demand to know what the hell he's doing, pounding on my truck. He doesn't seem to be able to make the connection between me, the owner/driver/painter, and the vehicle he's so furious at.

He in return demands to know if this is my truck. I do answer in the affirmative and ask again why does he think he has the right to touch my truck?

He disdainfully sputters that I made him do it. My hands are on my hips and my voice is so loud to meet his as I keep my eye out for others that might be joining him or our 'conversation' as I enquire with as much incredulity as I can muster "What the hell are you talking about?"

He storms back over to the back of my truck and points to the "End the white and male war....". I try to get him to explain why that makes him so angry and he declares the obvious, he's white and male and I want to kill him.

What a thought! I don'tsay 'can you read' butr point out to him it is WAR I want to end, not his life, I hold life sacred, even his.

He roars "You're not allowed to write this." Reafuckinly??? I'm not allowed...

Usually, I'm able to control men's volume by first retorting at the same decibel and then with each further remark, begin lowering until we're at conversation level. This doesn't work - neither with him nor for me.

The more he insists I'm not allowed to do this, the more angry I get and louder I get.

"What is not allowed is your physical violence. How dare you touch my vehicle? What if I did that to your vehicle."

He keeps repeating that I have to take those words off my truck, I'm not allowed to say such things.

If he had facebook's power he could kick my words to hell and back. Just last week I got facebook for 24 hours (seeJuly 14th). I wonder and prepare myself if he's thinking of trying to do violence to me.

And if I was male like him, I'd probably go over to his car and bang it a few times - then we'd have to have war!

He stomps over to my truck and pounds on the back again - I know for a fact this hurt his hand more than it hurt my door - but I don't smile. I just call out his violence as he retreats to his car and drives away leaving half the rubber of his tires on the pavement.

I return to my camper, my cold soup, my disturbed peace and turn off the lights to peer out my windows. He's gone. I walk around the parking lot, thankful it is small with no hidden corners, return again to my camper and lock my door, to repeat my vigil a couple more times during the night, glad I'm already leafin at 3a.m.