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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

back roads of mississippi

my first trying encounter for this trip! as i was standing in line, waiting to pay for gas at a dirty little wayside gas station that reeked of smoke & deep fried unidentifiable objects of varying shapes and sizes, a early 30's white male approached & casually mentioned 'you don't like war, do ya'. i tried to control my whithering look as i asked him if he like d war but he was turning his back on me & ordering something greasy from under the cracked lucite counter top that had dirty gray duct tape curling along the split.
i tapped him on the shoulder and said, 'excuse me, i thought you asked me a question. i'm used to folks waiting for a response when they ask me a question.'
that got his attention. i told him it is not that i do not like war, but that war is probably the greatest human failing ever - i can't think of any other single thing men chose to do that is close to this abhorent failing of solving problems (and stealing other people's resources) by going to war (not withstanding rape, enslaving people, murder, etc.etc.etc. but i was not gong there). he and his companion, a spindly younger silent white male w/a crew cut and buggy eyes that never blinked as they never left my face, did look a little embarassed then but the one that was talking blurted out with a kinda helpless little boy shrug & voice: "but what can we do besides go to war?"
i should have taken that moment to congratulate him on asking such an insiteful, thought-provoking question. i should have asked him how many minutes or seconds or hours or days of his life has he devoted to answering that question. i should have asked him how much energy did he think men put into figuring out the many answers to that question. not to mention asking him how much time & energy did he think our prez put into figuring that out after 9/11.
instead, i pulled the christ trick out of the bag, bore my eyes into his as i stepped forward to close the too short gap he'd left between us & told him "what can we do? do what jesus told us to do, son: love your enemy; do good to those who would harm you."
'but, but, but...' he began to stutter. the other one finally blinks and takes a step backwards allowing me to head to the door without running him over.
i turn to face them, my back to the door, and once again catch his eye as i allow my rage & despair to flood the room - "over 100,000 iraqi's have been killed by our bombs and weapons - over half of the murdered are wimmin & children. over 1330 u.s. soldiers have lost their lives. this war is so wrong, everyone should be against it, not just christians." and then i left to their utter silence.

3 Comments:

  • At 21/7/06 9:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You really are a racist, biased prejudiced bitch aren't you. Ilove it when people like you start trying your putdowns... all your racism and predjudice comes out. You may be one of the most vile racists I have ever encountered.

     
  • At 21/7/06 9:10 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    There are thousands of sweet, wonderful people on the back roads of mississippi whose butt you are not worthy to wipe. You have no clue about the value of human beings or the value of human feelings. In others words you really are everything you personally hate. You have become racism.

     
  • At 21/7/06 9:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I hope you one day meet me on one of those backroads of mississippi. Your truck will be impossible to miss.

     

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