Oct
12
Written by:
10/12/2009 8:59 AM
Last eve at the Vashon Theater, Peter Ray showed Robert Greenwald's documentary on Afghanistan which makes one sick to be an American. This morning I emptied my email box which wiped out my desire to create anything. Normally that is what gets me over my hangups -- the hotsies to do something. Best I can do is record the feeble twitching of overstressed neurons.
What's to be done in a country where a mother whose son was killed in Iraq gets attacked by the police, sound cannon, tear gas, the works? There is no hope for this country. There is hope that small cells of outrage will form within which one can cling to a raft. Alone, facing shocks like done to Sheehan, one feels impotent, wants off the daily duty to honor the gift of life. Problem is, here on Vashon there is little concerted recognition that Vashon is the only peopling we can control. Am I making this clear? There is no possibility of getting Congress to stop warring and start saving the US from hell. Mexico either. There is only one front on which we can achieve worthwhile change and it is right here. But the only such are lone efforts by a few individuals that shine the light of shame on the rest of us. Not accurate, but more right than wrong. The Council has found out that the fifty, sixty people at the Town Hall voted as most desired "environmental sustainability". Great. Now tell me what the K2 Commons will do for that. We comprise a bedroom faux-community. We are a political and social zero. There were thirty people at the theater last night. Do the other ten thousand Vashonites think that the carnage in Afghanistan can be ignored? Stupid, unfair question. Sure, and don't worry, your grandchildren will be just fine.
