The War Machines go rolling through Flagstaff, AZ. Across the street stood 4 protesters, 2 members of Women in Black and their assumed husbands.
I wondered how long they'd been standing there, why there weren't more of them. I assumed that these transports were a regular occurrence and tried to imagine how it felt to live in a town where signs of war clanked by with the sound of some ominous clockwork.
It seemed the people's efforts were futile. Who, of the military-industrial complex, payed any mind to their signs or silence?
I realized then that this was a different sort of protest than I was used to and that, even more than the cold machines, these folks might aim to reach other people, to speak to the citizenry.
It was a moment of truth and beauty, and for it I felt oddly American and fittingly grateful. I write these lines in a strange state of mind, as if some uncharacteristic nationalism is welling up in me. I just wish I knew what to do w/ it.
This seems like a time when we should all be exercising our organizational protestant rights before we scorch the earth, transforming it into the stark charred landscape of the future.
http://www.womeninblack.net/
I was this close } { to moving on to other video's and then that car drove by.
RebelWithAFrog 3 years ago
YAY YIELDSIGNS! I got chills of sense memory when I saw your signature opening. Glad you're posting again.
MeatyUrologist 4 years ago
WELCOME BACK YIELDSIGNS..
evilmonkey8206 4 years ago
Indeed: glad to have you back.
odetothepillow 4 years ago
Welcome back x x x
Artylad 4 years ago
It seems your welling nationalism has expressed itself in video.
I'm glad to see you posting.
derricksteele 4 years ago