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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 froth 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

Saturday, October 28, 2017

It’s a fuckin parking lot for fucks sake...to be continued



I do complete my shower, get dressed, and return to the front desk. I ask to speak with whomever is in charge and I’m told that the CEO is on her way to speak with me. 

I wait in the lobby for a several minutes and then decide I better mosey on out to the parking lot and make sure my truck hasn’t been fucked with.

There is no longer a police presence nor are there many people roaming around. I check my tires, hoses, paint job then unlock the door and put up my gym bag. When I turn around, an angry large male is shouting at me from across the parking lot something about how he ‘served’ in Yemen and how dare I disrespect him and all of amerikkka but painting something so racist on the back of my truck. I ask him what he interprets as ‘racist’ but before he can say anything, a white womon appears shouting that she’s also a veteran and I’m the most racist person she’s met, more racist that Black people even.

Well, I’m musing on how to defuse them enough to dialogue and how to address that one when yet another white womon, this one small, brown hair also tied back in a pony tail that rests on her shirt collar, swiftly intercedes as she races to get ahead of these other two people.

She extends her hand, introducing herself as Marie, the CEO I’ve been waiting for. The first thing she tells me is she doesn’t want a political discussion, she just wants me to move my truck.

I have to chuckle as I tell her she’s already started a ‘political’ discussion by asking me to leave and what she really means is that she wants to put out her politics but doesn’t want to hear mine.

She assures me that I have no idea what her politics are, that she’s just ‘doing her job’. When I ask her what exactly that job is, she says it is against Y policy for trucks like mine to be in the parking lot. I question her “You mean a box truck or a camper cannot park in this lot?” as I throw a meaningful look at the RV parked about two isles over.

No I could park there if I didn’t have any political messages on my truck. I point out that I saw several other vehicles in the parking lot that have blatant ‘political’ messages on their cars when I drove in this morning so she must be discriminating against me. She shakes her head fervently and claims, stammering a little, that if I just had a few bumper stickers she wouldn’t object. I clarify so it’s not the content of my truck but the size that is against Y policy?

I continue as I ask her in my most reasonable but incredulous voice exactly which messages she’s objecting to: the “End Violence Against Womyn & Children” or the “Death to Racism” or perhaps the “Womyn growing peace, organic”?

I accuse her now of not upholding the Constitution and Bill of Rights. Plus I point out to her the large sign out front a few feet away that says the Y welcomes everyone.

She continues to tell me that if I had large confederate flags and a “Death to Black Lives Matter” signage on my truck instead, she would still ask me to move. I’m livid she would compare “Death to Racism” with “Death to Black Lives Matter and I tell her so.

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