Heading to NYC & International Women's Day Weekend
This past Tuesday evening, I made my first delivery in Huntsville Alabama. One reason I’ve hated traveling thru the south has been the noise of the land – it seemed to me that the tortured souls in the south were keeping up a constant screaming. This trip, the land seems hauntingly quiet – no birds, no insects, no whatever making any sounds, drowning out my thoughts and filling my being with despair.
I noticed the silence driving thru Mississippi and now Alabama – even Georgia is silent. Maybe because it is spring – or maybe because the spirits are finally at rest – or they’ve finally fled?
When I got to Atlanta after 1:00a.m. Wednesday morning, a soft rain was falling, steaming up the dark night. I had intended to vigil Wednesday evening, but I laid down for a nap & didn’t wake until after the vigil was over.
My daughter has taken me to the Bodies exhibit. It was as fascinating as it is disturbing. Human bodies exposed, standing, system by system – from skeleton, to organs, to nerves, to circulation – which is the fascinating part. The disturbing part is who are these people? Where did they come from? What did they die of?
The exhibit is so human yet lacking in anything human. We don’t know if these people have donated their bodies to science or if they were slowly killed by plastics replacing their cells. None of them appear to be diseased – except those organs on display that are pointed out to be diseased. None of them appear to have suffered a trauma that killed them – no obvious bullet holes, knife wounds, or car accident evidence.
We spent hours examining the nervous system meticulously spread out over a skeleton; and the amazing circulatory system appearing like complexly-shaped bright red cotton candy, the brain, the fetus. And I’ve spent days feeling unsettled – images of these human beings crossing my consciousness & I wonder if they are in limbo.
I wonder wherever these bodies came from, is it right to do this to the human body? Especially given the atrocities the society we live in is capable of committing.
I’m heading to NYC inland this time – I’m not going up to 95 and the eastern seaboard. I pulled out in the early darkness to about 3 yeses in Georgia – one white guy passes and lifts his hands off the steering wheel with a ‘whaaat?’ kind of gesture – I guess he’s a negative.
South Carolina I receive my most no’s – I believe that is typical – it is three to three, yeses, to no’s and one fuck you which tilts the balance to the negative side. I’ve noticed only 3 george stickers on cars, the most so far across the nation. I’m seeing really few gw stickers this time – maybe cause I’m mostly on the highways.
I’m only in South Carolina for a minute, and North Carolina for a little bit longer. I get mostly yeahs in North Carolina, 12 in all, including one trucker. The no’s or thumbs down are 4, and the fuck you’s are 3 – the most I’ve received in one state thus far. One is a duet, white father & white son is unison with identical scowling ugly faces flip me off as they drive by. I grab my ‘nice christians’ sign & flash it at them – hopefully they see it.
Virginia is such a pleasant surprise – it feels like California, people are so happy to see me. I count 34 yeahs, including 2 truckers and only 1 fuck you and one thumbs down!
Off to West Virginia, a bit of Pennsylvania and then New Jersey! Peace,sam
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