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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

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Angry white biker man

I approach my truck after going to the bathroom and notice there's a white man standing close to the "End Violence Against Womyn & Children" side of my truck. He's dressed totally in black and is yanking on a black helmet sputtering at me.

"You're a ......" he lets out a list of sexist profanities and continues "there's no white male war against anybody" as he continues to call me the whole list of offensive names for various parts of female bodies.

I talk softly to him, asking him if he sees the way he is acting, the violent way he is acting. I tell him he is embodying the very sentiment painted on the back of my truck. His helmet is finally secure so he can raise both middle fingers to me, jabbing them into the air as he punctuates every name he is calling me.

I see his motorcycle parked a few parking spaces away from me and another figure, in jeans and a sweatshirt, also peering towards us. I think it's a womon and I can't tell if she's mimicking his middle finger or gesturing for him to return to the bike. I don't dare take my eyes away from his for a second.

He steps toward me and I say again "see how you are acting, you who probably think everyone has freedom of speech in this country yet you're doing just what I've painted on the back: attacking me a womon, acting violently towards me. I bet you a million dollars that if I was a man standing here, a white man standing here, you wouldn't even say one word to me. You are proving what I'm saying."

He stops, twirls around, and stomps off toward his bike, stopping once to call me the b word yet again.

I whip out my phone and pretend I'm filming him as he furiously hops on his bike and takes off, almost leaving his passenger in the dust. Poor passenger...