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The serious
Sep. 11th, 2005 06:18 pmFour years ago, I felt as if I would never feel safe again. Today I find myself so much more horrified by the path this country is on that being attacked from outside honestly doesn't seem as scary. In 2001, we were all in it together. And we were united, and we knew we would fight.
What I didn't know was that our government would fight so stupidly, so shortsightedly, and with such arrogance that I would feel just as imperiled four years down the road as I did that morning in California when I didn't believe what my friend was saying about New York. I didn't know that I would lose my faith in their ability to find the people who hurt us and make them pay.
Today so many of us still feel scared and apprehensive and powerless, and we know that we are doing it to ourselves. Rather, 51% of us are doing it to the rest of us, and we don't know what to do. You can only be enraged so long before you scream yourself hoarse and have to think about something else lest you go insane.
How can we regain our voice? How can we turn the wheel before Bush drives us off a cliff? How are we going to get through the next three years with any remnant of our optimism intact?
I honestly don't know.
I want to say that we should laugh and write and sing and dance and fuck and eat and act on goofy impulse and scream when we have to and write letters and give money and, yes, brighten our own little corners as much as we can. Because those little corners are all we've got, and if we can't make a stand there, a little stand, a silly stand, any stand, really... we have lost. We have to make those little corners beautiful and shining and colorful so that we can bear to go out and keep on fighting the good fight.
What I didn't know was that our government would fight so stupidly, so shortsightedly, and with such arrogance that I would feel just as imperiled four years down the road as I did that morning in California when I didn't believe what my friend was saying about New York. I didn't know that I would lose my faith in their ability to find the people who hurt us and make them pay.
Today so many of us still feel scared and apprehensive and powerless, and we know that we are doing it to ourselves. Rather, 51% of us are doing it to the rest of us, and we don't know what to do. You can only be enraged so long before you scream yourself hoarse and have to think about something else lest you go insane.
How can we regain our voice? How can we turn the wheel before Bush drives us off a cliff? How are we going to get through the next three years with any remnant of our optimism intact?
I honestly don't know.
I want to say that we should laugh and write and sing and dance and fuck and eat and act on goofy impulse and scream when we have to and write letters and give money and, yes, brighten our own little corners as much as we can. Because those little corners are all we've got, and if we can't make a stand there, a little stand, a silly stand, any stand, really... we have lost. We have to make those little corners beautiful and shining and colorful so that we can bear to go out and keep on fighting the good fight.
