I attended a march and rally in San Francisco today that had about 400 people in attendance. The numbers were low and so were the spirits.
People were leaving early and many were just dejected at the low turnout on such a beautiful day. I wonder how many of the ones who did show up that we would have lost if there were bad weather?
I gave a speech there and in it I said that was the last march/rally that I would attend in San Francisco and that I was going to move to DC to try and throw my body on the gears of the Machine there to bring real action and not just symbolic uselessness.
I don’t know if I can do it, because I know for sure that just me, or 10 or 20 or even 400 can’t make enough noise or cause enough trouble to make a difference.
Not only have we collectively marched millions of miles and signed millions of petitions and made millions of phone calls to our elected officials, but many people also put all of their hope eggs in the basket of another war- monger and where has that gotten us? Nowhere except deeper into quagmires and please don’t tell me that Obama wants peace when he is a pawn of the Machine that I have been trying so hard to stop.
Since my son was killed, I have thrown everything I have at the machine. Every penny I have, every ounce of energy, every relationship and even my health have been sacrificed to end the wars and five years later there is very little to show for such a profound investment and the even sadder part is that I am not the only one in the struggle. Multiply these sacrifices by thousands of us and there’s a whole lot of heartache for zippity-do-dah.
As evidenced by poor showings at anti-war marches and rallies all over the country since the Democrats came back into power in 2006, I am growing more convinced that very few people care at all about the wars and the killing and those of that do are growing weary and teary.
Americans care about issues when those issues directly affect Americans. I believe that one thing that will get people out into the streets is a forced military conscription, or draft. But even with the threats of sending tens of thousands of more troops to the war zone, the economy is swelling the ranks of the military and for the first time in six years, recruitment is meeting its quotas. So forced conscription is unnecessary. Obama’s “job’s plan” turned out to be enlistment in the military. Who knew?
What do we do? Keep doing the self-indulgent marches and meaningless symbolic actions; ramp up the efforts (with very few “troops”); or just fold our tents up and go home and try to enjoy what’s left of this country and world.
Boycotts? That would be asking Americans to sacrifice and that’s un-American!
Elect better Democrats? Don’t make me laugh, although I need a good laugh right now.
Strikes? Labor is in the pockets of the Democrats.
Shut down DC everyday until our demands are met? Not with a handful of people and no money.
Can we call for Revolution from a people that have been made afraid of their own shadows and the Leviathan that has become the United Police States of America?
I have a lot of questions right now, but as you can see, not a whole hell of a lot of answers.
It’s pathetic to me that so many people are apathetic about children dying at the hands of this monstrous military empire, but I can’t force people to care and we can’t physically drag people out into the streets with us against their wills.
I went into my very pregnant daughter’s room to lie next to her and with tears streaming down my face, I asked her for guidance.
She said: “Mom, you can’t stop wars, look how hard you’ve been trying for years and not one troop has come home. Maybe you can stop trying to kill yourself and just do your small part like everyone else.”
Maybe that’s good advice?