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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 steaming 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

Monday, March 16, 2020

What would you trade for your child's safety?

So today was semi-disastrous. The gas mechanic flatly wouldn't work on my truck and crossing the street to the next mechanic was almost scary.

It was a small shop,  manned by a heavily tattooed, black leather-clad older white guy - the demographic that voted most likely for tRump - with a cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth dropping ash on his bare protruding beer belly and a kerchief draped over a shiny bald head. There were several vehicles on the pavement in front of the open garage in various states of disrepair.

Another older white male paced around my truck, disbelief screaming with every step. The bad boy mechanic half listened to me describe the symptoms, my male friend Mike reiterated what I had said, as the two white males just shook their heads in disbelief when it came to the veggie oil part....

The mechanic told me it was my injectors that were bad. I looked at him in disbelief, like how could he know that without even examining the engine or anything. Okay, well he's old and maybe so experienced - or new age - or reiki automotive master.... but I've replaced my injectors before but I ask him anyway, how much he'd charge to do it for me.

He says 695. Okay so I'm thinking $6.95 per injector? When he said no, $695 to do the job, I laugh and say I'll replace them myself. Afterall, I've done it before.

He tells me I need a special tool and I can ruin the engine if I don't do it properly.

Okay,  if I believe him - which I don't - I ask if he has the tool and the injectors. He tells me $1800 to have them shipped here and another $295 (as in $295 EACH) to purchase them.

WTF? I can't remember exactly, but I paid about $10 bucks each - at least less than $100. I point to the injectors and confirm that it's the part we're both talking about. 

Somehow, & I forget how, we start talking about Cuba. The other guy - who turns out to be a customer who wants his diesel bus fixed - scoffs at my praise of Cuba declaring he wants his FREEDOM. When I ask him freedom to do what he states "to make money". Really?

When I point out when everyone has free education, free land, free healthcare, and a basic universal income, what money do you need to make?

Of course, he wants STUFF - and he wants to make more money than those that are lazy and don't want to work - which in his opinion is what communism does for him.

I know this man has children so I tell him the story of the womon drummer who came to Drum Camp from Cuba and asked u.s.ofa. drummers, who were astonished that she didn't mind waiting in line to buy toilet paper, what they would be willing to do in order to know that their children are safe. She said she never once during her son's entire life feared harm would come/was coming to him if/when she didn't know where he was.

What would you be willing to do without in order to have total safety for your children?

The other mechanic who was coming out to Yalui Village to look at my truck this evening was a 'no show' again. When I called, he PROMISED me he'll come tomorrow, blaming the c.v. scare leaving him short-handed.

Okay.

So today was a bust - except I got to get to know my new friends better and was treated to a delicious local meal!

To leave or not to leave....

My daughter finally calls me, wanting me to come to Atlanta this minute... & not necessarily because Mujasi's school has closed but because she's finally concerned re:the coronavirus or rather the government's response to it, threatening to limit our mobility.

I'm miffed because I was ready to go there last week. I had a safe place to leave my Radical Ride Baby and an easy direct Delta flight to Altanta.

Now I'm wanting to focus on my work - not her fears - at this border wall action and assisting at the Brownsville/Matamoros refugee camp.

Now my RRB is broken down and it's impossible for me to fly directly to Atlanta, let alone get to the airport. I could drive my truck 15mph, foot on gas and brake at the same time, hoping it won't stall at the airport parking lot, and leave her there but for how long?

Plus I'd have to take probably at least three planes - and one flight outta McAllen - would not be free/standby....GRRRRR

If travel is shut down, as my daughter fears it will be, I don't want to leave my Radical Ride Baby stranded here. My priority is supporting the tribe so I'm willing to leave my RRB at Yalui Village if that will be helpful.

HOPEFULLY I'll find a mechanic willing to fix her so I can either drive us both to Atlanta or make sure she'll be ready to drive when I come back for her.

Imagine that!!!

No more evictions or foreclosures in California! Gov Newsome has declared a moratorium on evictions and foreclosures for the time being.

Can you imagine? How quickly fairness can be mandated? How quickly stress can be alleviated?

Like Cuba, how different life would be for all of us if there was not the threat of eviction nor foreclosure: if we all got to live in our homes without the fear of losing them if we don't have the money landlords and banks demand.

I know I've said it before but I'll say it again: it is UNCONSCIONABLE to make money off of where people have to live.  

Who will fix my Radical Ride Baby???

Relaxing at Yalui Village with my new friend Myra. I am very happy to be here, it is so beautiful, quiet, peaceful.
 

I am trying hard, in between solitary walks, coffee around the fire, sharing life stories, to find a diesel mechanic willing to come out here and at least look at my truck. One was supposed to come yesterday but never showed up - at least I don't think he did but when I called back, he suddenly was too busy to come.

Luckily I found another mechanic who said they would come by tonite at the end of the day.

Yesterday I walked across the fields to where a man was working on the irrigation and asked him - in my awful broke Spanish - if he would help me change my fuel filter when he wasn't working. It had been put on soooooo tight I couldn't undo it....grrrr. I was hoping against all hope that merely changing the filter my enable my poor sick Radical Ride Baby to spring into action.

He immediately put down his tools and went to his pickup truck, driving to meet me at my truck. He leaned over the wheel well, grabbed the filter and attempted to undo it. He couldn't get it off either. He retreated to his truck and came back with a larger plyer, which worked!

But changing the filter didn't seem to help much, if at all.

Today I will attempt to drive my truck this afternoon to the mechanic of my new friend's garage. He is not a diesel mechanic but if he can't figure out what is wrong with her, there's a diesel mechanic a couple blocks away.

So cross fingers: that I can get her started & drive 10 miles or so, and more, that one of these mechanics can get me back on the road, although I'm hearing that the border will be closed soon, which is soooooo so so not the answer. People across the border are suffering already and the refugee camp is just getting up to providing lots of basic necessities for folks. As of this point, I don't think there are c.v. cases in Mexico so it's good to keep u.s.ofa folks on this side but we need to somehow think of unique ways to provide for the people we've trapped in refugee camps....

Softest sunrise...

I'm a little late grabbing my phone camera so I only got the end of the softest pink sunrise.It's hard to capture the scope of the sky and all her beauty. I want to stay here forever - but I've work to do also so maybe not.



The second mechanic didn't show up last night but at least they called and let me know they couldn't come by. Maybe today.

I'll call more places today once they open up and find out what they can do.

Hair dye please!

For the first time in my life I'm thinkin I better dye my hair!!!!

The way they're talking about 'elders' and keeping us off the streets. I'm so willing to go to jail for justice but because some 'young' asshole thinks old people should be quarantined? I'm stronger and healthier than most 40 year olds and probably even most 18 year olds.

I pass now for much younger but if the country gets hysterical around seniors, I'll need my hair color to match my energy.