21 – 2004

I hunker down the whole day long at the huge Welcome Center here at the crossroads of I 25 and I 80. I work on trying to catch up on my blog and on this proposal, I hope to present at the DNC, for 10 days of action from 9/11 until the 21st, which is the national Day of Peace, hoping

KILL THE DEVIL

I’ve made it to Laramie again! I enjoy coming here after making it thru the western part of Wyoming. I didn’t get one fuck you yet but there’s a general hostility that mixes with the fumes emanating from the asphalt. For one thing, there are too many white male cowboy types materializing among the beautiful reddish rocks and cliffs. Plus all my past experiences combine to make

One Nation, Under Educated…

I stop at another rest stop on I-80, delighted with it’s very lush vegetation, thick green grass and several trees, a small but beautiful trail, and the best brand new toilets! Standing and stretching beside my truck, a young fellow, David, hovering by his new jeep, announces: “I’m voting for bush.” I feign shocK

Learn to spell

Wyoming is so amazingly beautiful – if only the white folks there could catch up! It has always astounded me, the wondrous physical beauty of this country juxtaposed with the mean ugliness of many of the white folks that live out here. It’s so hard for me to understand how you can live surrounded by such glorious splendor and then turn into such hateful, greedy people. I guess when you believe this beauty

YOUNG WHITE PEEPS!

I cautiously continue thru Utah, a state that has been very hostile in the past. It is still early morning and quite beautiful, especially after passing thru the great salt lake region where you can ONLY pass through early in the morning or after sunset – way after! This beginning stretch of a hundred or so miles used to be

My sentiments exactly

I pull into a rest stop in Utah and an older white womon rushes to approach me. “My sentiments EXACTLY” she utters, waving generously at all sides of the truck. We hug and smile as she continues to express her love for my truck and bestows her heart-felt thanks upon me for

‘New’ policy…right

Entering Nevada, I find the biodiesel station I intended to fill up at has closed – tears! So now I’m forced to load up on stinky, horrid diesel. The clerk makes me come into the station to give her cash – s.o.p. (standard operating procedure) NOT! Usually, over the intercom, they ask my biz name (Its Her Business), truck number (#1); license number and state (sunny California). I go in and ask her how come

Slash my wrists…

I stop in Reno at for an espresso. I’m learning that I can most always count on espresso shop employees to be supportive and this one doesn’t fail me. Both the manager and the associate talk about seeing Fahrenheit 9/11 while loudly declaring their deepest desire to rid our nation and the world of bush. Out in the parking lot, a womon has driven into the lot pulled next to my truck

On the road again…

I hit the road by way of Fort Bragg to load up my last customer’s possessions before I head east. I tune into my treasured KPFA, as has become my essential strengthening tradition when leaving California, getting my last infusion of KPFA as I leave the Bay. It’s the rappsters half-hour, not normally my ‘go-to’ choice for music. White folks often

Control your guns, guide your children!

My cross-country journey was delayed slightly today. I was loading my truck with the final items needed to drive across the country, as well as doing last minute chores around my shop when the hate criminal struck again!!! I think I might have actually spoken w/him – from a distance, thank goodness! I had walked from my front door to the driveway, where my truck was patiently

HOME

ABOUT

BUT WHAT...?

BLOG

EVENTS

STORE

CONTACT

CodePINK Journals

my blog posts