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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book “But What Can I Do?” This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in.

 

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I’ve connected with the Refuse Fascism folks who have a nation-wide call out for us to be in D.C. on the 5th of November to begin the expulsion of tRump & his fascist, white supremacist regime.
My RRB has already been peed on, had a cup of coffee or soda thrown onto the “Mujeres Creciendo La Paz” side so far this trip. But at least my windshield is in tact as are all 6 of my tires. So maybe MAGA’s violence has diminished.
I have my first lengthy discussion this morning as I’m preparing to get on the road again. As I walk to the bathroom and back again, I notice a friendly-appearing older white man watching me. When I get into my truck, he walks by the driver’s side, still smiling affably, continues down the sidewalk and then returns. I can’t immediately tell if he’s a shallow salesperson-friendly or a genuine friendly.
I’m too tired from my early morning awakening, my fuel hose repair task, and the past few days preparing – always challenging getting ready for a prolonged road trip – to drive for very long. I try to drive until at least dusk to take the temperature of those traveling north along my beaten path. I realize I was expecting some kind of strong reaction one way or the other
My daughter once again asked me to drive her to work at 5:30a.m. and so instead of waking at my leisure and then getting on the road, I jumped up to take her to work. Returning to her back yard and my truck, it was still dark so, until it the sun rose, I decided I might as well cut up the watermelon I didn’t have time to do yesterday. Watermelon
I didn’t get to leave Atlanta this morning early, as I was planning. My daughter asked me to stay and do a few errands for her, and so I’m doing my best to support her, even though I’m sooooo ready to get back into my Radical Ride Baby and hit the road.
I really love beginning a road trip under a full moon! So this trip I’m taking from Atlanta to Philly & back to D.C. (for now – soooooo many places to show up at!) is beginning under that beautiful moon! I’m planning on talking with the regular people
I saw an awe-inspiring documentary on the plane yesterday called “Writing With Fire”. It’s about the incredibly courageous, fierce Dalit womyn of India, whose voices have not only been marginalized and silenced
Another weekly protest in Berkeley every Friday 5pm since before the first No Kings protest. 40 to 50 people on average show up, some with printed
My most recent protest sign: on one side: WE THE PEOPLE REFUSE TO BE THE MILITARY’S FUCKING TRAINING GROUND on the other side: MILITARY: TRAIN AT THE WHITE HOUSE