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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 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

Sunday, October 09, 2016

Day 3: I weep and rage - to be continued

I take time this morning to blog a little - it is sunday, the last day of the action at Nogales and as everyone knows, I don't pray, I fight so I don't have a need to go to the border wall and kneel in the dust to pray to a god created by the oppressor.

But I do want to go to the later rally and concert. Walking the mile from the hotel thru the town to the wall, I hear the christians are broadcasting on very loud speakers all over the town their sermon, reading from the bible which brings me back to Senegal and the sermon from the mosque also blasting through that town.

When I arrive at the wall, people have already begun to speak, to document the harm, the violence that has been done in the name of u.s. empire to human beings at this wall, in prisons, even in their own homes. The names and ages and lives of these murdered people are re-counted and the state violence revealed.

It is so hard not to fall on my knees to wail and rent my clothes before I fiercely rise fists in the air, lightening flashing from my eyes, my words thunder.

How do we not fall to our knees at the foot of every Black or brown person, every immigrant, every Indigenous person, how do we not cut up every single fuckin credit card we have, how do we not vow NEVER to buy another new thing, how do we not walk out on our stupid, violent, horrific jobs and our equally obscene homes filled with rooms we don't use, shit we take out of a plastic bag and put somewhere forgotten, plastic we throw all over the Mother Earth after we kill millions of people to extract petroleum to make the plastic, how do we not walk out on our families, walk out on our lives created and fueled by capitalism, racism, misogyny, war.

Why aren't we throwing our bodies down, laying prostrate on the Mother Earth, begging her forgiveness and vowing to protect her with our last breath of life that she has given us.

Why aren't we here at the border, tearing down these fucking walls, joining NOT ONE MORE DEATH in searching out immigrants, refugees trying to escape our hegemony, trying to reach a safer place on earth, a more secure place.

Why aren't we destroying the machinery, blowing up the machinery that is destroying our Mother Earth, that is killing our children, our children's children, our children's children's children.

How can we keep refusing to embrace the life we should all be living: a life that prevents and ends violence, a life that holds all life sacred, a life that refuses to - overtly or covertly - hurt other human beings.


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