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In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Friday, September 29, 2006
These Times
Molly Ivin's says it so much better than I can: Habeas Corpus, R.I.P. (1215 - 2006). We the people are not about torture, despite what Congress did this week. We the people are not about depriving others of their civil rights. We the people...
I haven't the words for how I feel about this. I never thought I'd see such a thing: To watch our Senators essentially crown Bush King George IV as they made torture part of our law. I should be careful about what I write and say; now that torture and detention is "legal," they might decide that I'm a terrorist and I'll be disappeared.
If you want to know who voted yea and nay on this bill, go here. Eight Dems crossed the line. One Republican voted on the right side—and I do believe there is a right and wrong side. Just because a country makes torture and unjustified detention legal doesn't make it right.
Who is to blame? Does it matter who is to blame? What do we do to fix it? I've lost confidence in our elected officials. (I repeat: I will still vote, I'll still put signs on my lawn, I'll still write letters and call my reps.) We've got to do what we can ourselves. I'm not sure what that is—besides standing up at every turn. I long for a better media and a nation of people who don't eat up celebrity gossip like pigs eating up slop.
Now I will leave you with a poem by Wendell Berry, Peace of Wild Things. And perhaps it is time to reread Clarissa Pinkola Estes essay written soon after 9/11, "We are made for these times."
Sweet dreams and much love. 0 commentsAll photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2008 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.
I haven't the words for how I feel about this. I never thought I'd see such a thing: To watch our Senators essentially crown Bush King George IV as they made torture part of our law. I should be careful about what I write and say; now that torture and detention is "legal," they might decide that I'm a terrorist and I'll be disappeared.
If you want to know who voted yea and nay on this bill, go here. Eight Dems crossed the line. One Republican voted on the right side—and I do believe there is a right and wrong side. Just because a country makes torture and unjustified detention legal doesn't make it right.
Who is to blame? Does it matter who is to blame? What do we do to fix it? I've lost confidence in our elected officials. (I repeat: I will still vote, I'll still put signs on my lawn, I'll still write letters and call my reps.) We've got to do what we can ourselves. I'm not sure what that is—besides standing up at every turn. I long for a better media and a nation of people who don't eat up celebrity gossip like pigs eating up slop.
Now I will leave you with a poem by Wendell Berry, Peace of Wild Things. And perhaps it is time to reread Clarissa Pinkola Estes essay written soon after 9/11, "We are made for these times."
Sweet dreams and much love. 0 comments