As a child of the 60s, of sit-ins, and Kent State and burning draft cards, of protests and riots and marching in the streets, I wonder and worry about today.
Where is our outrage?
Social media has anesthetized us.
We think if we mis-type a few words on our Facebook feeds we have done something important. We think if we wear a ribbon or a petrochemical wrist band, we have made a statement. We think if we piss and sit in a private park, we have had an impact.
We are silent, though.
We sip our $17 martinis.
We write our protests in ink across our backs or on our shoulders.
As if they have an effect.
as ee said:
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
2 comments:
Statements are sexy. Causes are just work. Keep fighting the good fight.
The sad thing is that it's never been easier to make a difference. Look how quickly SOPA got knocked down, by millions of people each clicking a few times to share the message.
But there are so many funny videos to watch and so little time to change the world.
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