A True Example

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Many, many activist groups and people try to compare themselves to the now-legendary activists of the (1955-1980) Civil Rights Movement. As someone who’s read a couple of CRM books (and who played a minor role in writing one), I thought this “Democracy Now!” segment served as a tutorial for those who want to legitimately make that claim in the 21st century.

A young man by the name of Tim DeChristopher walked past the “symbolic” protests and actually took direct action that:

a) disrupted, stalled or thwarted the status quo, and

b) met his very specific goal

He wasn’t engaged in the symbolic pouring of blood (or red paint) on a bomb or bomber. He wasn’t trying to “draw attention to the issue.” He wasn’t trying to “generate discussion.” He had a specific activist goal, did his research, found a way to act (courageously) and then acted, accepting some real consequences.

Now THAT’s the CRM I read about.  🙂

Yes, Cast My Vote For…………

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……the return of the Federal Writers Project. It’s a great idea. There is SO MUCH documentation of the 20th century left to do professionally, and thousands of unemployed journalists, so there ya go.

Let’s call it the (Studs) Terkel(Zora Neale) Hurston Writers Project, and get busy right away! C’mon, Obama! Hook up America’s literary class! 🙂

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Mumia Abu-Jamal (And Me) On Obama's Victory

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Yet another powerful commentary.  Here’s the link.

I like the online cross-section of Black opinion I’ve been able to post here. 🙂

Dec. 10TH UPDATE: I wrote the following on Nov. 5th.

NOVEMBER 5TH BROADCASTING

 

Three hours after the fact
I woke up still not believing
Fighting past the ghost of Morpheus to the radio
NPR would validate my reality
Making it really-real
I heard the voices but
              still thought I might be dreaming

 

 

Two hours later
I cried along with the Black people I saw on the Tee Vee “Today”
Before drifting in and out of sleep
Fading in and out, half-absorbing the modulated joys
of the Talking Heads
And slowly accepting as the morning sun began to squat
                    that it might be true

 

 

I laughed at my own jokes while getting dressed
The giggled uncontrollably through a couple of sponsor breaks
But then I thought a new thought:
Time to be reunited
To feel The Rush
and smell the stink of Limburger

“Time to rebuild,” Limburger bellowed
Claiming he was happy that Daddy-O got the nod
Which felt a little odd
But I forgot: revolutionaries like defeat
          because the fight gets to last a little longer

 

 

I decided to be a real revolutionary to myself
Leaving the radio in the house
Going outside myself
To hear the just-fallen leaves rustle
To hear the young mother singing to her baby in the stroller
And to wave in solidarity
to my spot’s mostly Latino maintenance crew

Then one of those brothers made me focus my reality
On him
When he smiled and shouted to me
“Obama!”
And I shouted back
“Yep! Si, su puede!”
(the only Spanish I knew)
And the sun made the still-new day a little warmer.

 

(c) Copyright 2008 by Todd Steven Burroughs, Ph.D.