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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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Hi folks!!! I’m on the road again! I didn’t pull outta sunny, warm Oakland until almost 3:00p.m., right before rush hour. It has been fairly quiet this time – leaving California of course, so many yeahs, peace symbols, I love you’s! Then one old white man in a silver american car so new
Now that I’ve returned to the wonderful Bay and can breathe a little, I have the space and am able to examine my polls taken over the past few months and several trips cross-country. I do the count
Today I’m parked in the lot at Trader Joe’s and as I get out, a young white man drives swiftly up in a dark blue pick-up truck with his four year old daughter. He pays his respects to my truck, telling me he’s so happy to catch up with me as he’s excitedly noticed my truck around Tucson and then asks me if I’ve seen
I stop at the Coop to stock up to get back on the road and return to the Bay when outside, there is a white, straight couple standing behind my truck taking pictures. As I approached them, the womon began talking excitedly about my truck. “I LOVE your truck” she gushed. “I made him pull over so we
This a.m. as I’m driving around Tucson, looking for things to buy for my business while I spread my anti-war, pro-peace messages around town, I notice a large white pick-up truck following so close to me I could hardly see it in my mirrors. Cars often zoom up to my truck on the freeway, suddenly slow down and hover – sometimes for quite a few minutes at the back, glide over to the side and hover some more before
I’m driving down a huge city street going to meet my friends for sushi – I know, sushi in the desert???? But they’ve promised me it’s delicious – and they’re Bay Area transplants so I believe them. I notice a brand new shiny red huge pick-up truck in the third lane driving erratically trying to get my attention. I glance over and notice a 40-something year old white male, ugly expression