2500 U.S. dead & I'm off to Asheville North Carolina
6 fuck you’s – all from under 40 white men – accompany me as we all leave D.C. into Virginia. Rush hour traffic even tho it’s hours after 5:00. One white woman passenger appears to be hanging out the window, holding her nose – did I really see that?
I forge doggedly forward, radiating circles of peace, challenging these privileged majority white drivers heading home to their suburban ghettos that war is NOT the answer; that their view is NOT the right, the only, even the majority view.
After my 6th fuck you, I’m getting kinda down – but then a station wagon full of young, beautiful brown women pass by, their bodies hanging as far & long out the windows as they dare, whooping loudly, determined fists circling the humid air, peace & love signs energetically embracing me. Back to reality! Thanks wimmin!!!!
I make it to the first rest stop that says 2 hour limit – yeah, right. I take note of all the trucks & cars that are there when I pull up in case some fool is going to try to enforce the limit for me only.