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nov 6 '01 ~ kat's first election day! (support that 18-year-old vote--you're finally old enough to both kill Afghans and to elect the button-pushers) So this is what happens when a generation obsessed with the '60s finally gets its own war: It divides up into those who take the high school pep rally approach to patriotism--in all its redwhiteandblue fight-song-singing pomp--and those who spraypaint "fuck your bombs" on the public artwork at my school. That's right, FUCK your bombs, Western Washington University. I don't know that it even made the local news. Their point isn't, however, to actually change anything. Obviously. Otherwise they'd have staged their "die-in" somewhere where they might be witnessed by, say, someone who has some sort of control over the US/UK genocide of Afghanis. Instead, they were perfectly happy to stage it Red Square, where students walking (running) to class could momentarily either:
a)feel like shit because they have no control over US foreign policy;
And me. I don't side with any of them, because an issue has finally been thrown at me for which I have none of the strong opinions I'm generally known for. I side with no one, because they're all wrong. But what else could I ask them to be when there is no answer that is right? So I sit quietly when the flag-waving US pep squad reveals their blindness to the imperfections of our nation--and to the humanity of our enemies. So, too, do I sit quietly when my peers so excitedly protest their first issue that they can get more people to care about than Tibetan freedom. I sit quietly, and I listen, and for once in my life I argue no point to no one. And it tears me up.
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revolution.
they say fighting
but still we fight. |
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