That this moment...

I wail for the mother earth, for those human beings on this earth who have no idea how to create a nuclear weapon let alone pay taxes to manufacture them, how to hold an aka1 whatever rifle, how to intentionally administer extreme pain on another human being; I weep for those humans who have no idea how to live using 12,837 plastic bags a second or 1,500 plastic water bottles a second, or know how to turn on a computer let alone skype.

I howl for the violence certain ones of us indolently embrace as a daily reality let alone an unquestioned yet cleaved to mode to live life – the violence of racism, misogyny, capitalism; I sob for the willingness to imprison human beings and to hoard so much more than we need to ‘survive’ as we distantly witness infants murdered by starvation, children by poverty, adults and youth by police and soldiers.

I weep for that moment in time where surely womyn could have stood up and taken control, that moment when men directed us down a path of such hatred and violence; a moment when if only womyn could have seen exactly where that path was leading us, could have intervened when the intervention seems simple and yet so crucial, like the invention of guns – if only womyn could have stood up then and forbid the continuing use and making of such weapons of destruction and violence.

What would life be like on this planet if womyn would have said NO guns, NO weapons of unmitigated violence whose only purpose is to inflict harm on any creature unarmed or lesser armed. What was so wrong with hunting for food with snares and spears, so unacceptable with fighting the wars certain men seem to desire more than anything – except maybe dominance over womyn, children and the mother earth – with sticks and swords and fists. 

That moment, like the moment the womyn of Greece and Rome (was it?) who decided together they were not going to allow their men sex if they continued to kill. That moment, when was it, when the first weapon of mass destruction was produced and used, the first rifle fashioned, the first canon created – if that moment could have roused womyn to see the future, as we know it today, surely they would have acted to direct life away from violence and down the path of harmony, peace, love.

And today, what is our moment when we womyn can act now to ensure the future is plunged toward honoring the sacredness of all life on this planet and the planet herself; what is that moment where the action we can take together will destroy the path of white male dominance and smolder the minds and hearts of those willing to wander that path, laying bare the earth and erasing the dominant powers so that human beings and the mother earth can begin to live again.

This has to be that moment when womyn – and any of our allies – must rise up and take action, for we know as surely as we know how to create, protect and sustain life that our moment is now. We know as surely as we know the flow of our bloods, that if we do not act now, if we choose to move along in the white male capitalist flow or at best be silent, we know what the future holds: all life destroyed, and destroyed by the handful of humans who own the worst weapons and the willingness to use them.