Lucifer_Carroll
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Re: Re: The Sad Sad Truth
You're missing my point, sher.
Back in the sixties you got respect. You got bullets and pain and insults, but you were listened to by those in power. You were considered a threat because you had the numbers. The press was sympathetic to your cause. All eyes were turned to you.
Here in the zeroes, protestors are given shit. They can march ten million strong and the country is so inudated that no one notes it, most importantly not the ones in power. A march by me and my fellow youth is considered by the press and the public at best an exercise in 60s nostalgia. The eyes are still on the people of the 60s who have the numbers. It is still on them as they protest and filmmake as adults. People still listen to the Boomers. My generation is too "apathetic" and "nostalgic" to be worth listening to. I watched when I protested, when I watched my friends go to Seattle to protest WTO. I saw how they were ignored, how the power elite laughed at their attempt. I saw the press devoted to how stupid the protestors were and how it was an "homage" to the "glorious protests of the 60s". I remembered that. I watched as parades in the millions to protest were compared on equal ground from mere hundreds who vouched for the status quo.
My voice in that din was nothing. The actions of my firends were nothing. All because we couldn't live up to the "novelty" of the 60s enough to win the media's hearts.
My protestations are nothing as a marcher. All I can do is protest in my tiny ways that are equally pointless. I'm not a rockstar who makes a wicked song about the injustice of the junta. I can't make the big displays (which seem to be ignored just as much as the protests). My screams of defiance are nothing to the Keseyian machine. They are mere bug bites to the steamroller of status quo. That's my point. Without a sympathetic press, I can't use protestation to influence the public to influence the people.
That's my impotent rage. Oh I still rage like the rabid beast in the noon-high sun. But to the world it matters naught. And that makes it all the worse.
shereads said:So anything with a downside is out.
I can see your point, honey. Nobody who's read the chilling account of that day at Kent State when the National Guardsmen panicked and hurled insults at the protesters could blame you for wanting to avoid scorn and frustration. Some of those kids were so embarrassed and frustrated, they fell to the ground and played dead.
Luc, my less-than-satanic friend, if being "referred to as a wannabe hippie" is your idea of a good reason not to protest, and if you can't see a point in arguing your views because you'll face rejection and frustration, then you're absolutely right. Your generation of Americans mighta as well sit this one out.
If you had said you were afraid of being arrested, losing your job, being made to wear an armband or kicked out of the country, you'd have been in good company. Nobody should have to throw his life away for a lost cause; people do, and sometimes they beat the odds, but I can't pretend I'd be one of them. But Jesus, honey, if all it takes to make you give up is the thought that it won't be easy...I don't even believe that.
It's been a crappy four years for people who hate bullies and hypocrites, Luc. The worst four years I can remember since Vietnam and Watergate. We were lucky that things got easier for a while, after that. You grew up not knowing the worst about the nature of some people who seek and take power. Now you know, and you're right to be disgusted. But it isn't likely to get better on its own. And if you leave it to others, you're part of the problem. You can decide to fold up the tents and line up for your wrist tattoo, or you can at least be willing to take a little flack for what you believe.
You will. You have it in you. That's so obvious about you: the strength of your passion. It's just afraid to come out right now. It doesn't know its own power. It will. It has to.
We can't all be young again, Luc. You're all the hope we have.
You're missing my point, sher.
Back in the sixties you got respect. You got bullets and pain and insults, but you were listened to by those in power. You were considered a threat because you had the numbers. The press was sympathetic to your cause. All eyes were turned to you.
Here in the zeroes, protestors are given shit. They can march ten million strong and the country is so inudated that no one notes it, most importantly not the ones in power. A march by me and my fellow youth is considered by the press and the public at best an exercise in 60s nostalgia. The eyes are still on the people of the 60s who have the numbers. It is still on them as they protest and filmmake as adults. People still listen to the Boomers. My generation is too "apathetic" and "nostalgic" to be worth listening to. I watched when I protested, when I watched my friends go to Seattle to protest WTO. I saw how they were ignored, how the power elite laughed at their attempt. I saw the press devoted to how stupid the protestors were and how it was an "homage" to the "glorious protests of the 60s". I remembered that. I watched as parades in the millions to protest were compared on equal ground from mere hundreds who vouched for the status quo.
My voice in that din was nothing. The actions of my firends were nothing. All because we couldn't live up to the "novelty" of the 60s enough to win the media's hearts.
My protestations are nothing as a marcher. All I can do is protest in my tiny ways that are equally pointless. I'm not a rockstar who makes a wicked song about the injustice of the junta. I can't make the big displays (which seem to be ignored just as much as the protests). My screams of defiance are nothing to the Keseyian machine. They are mere bug bites to the steamroller of status quo. That's my point. Without a sympathetic press, I can't use protestation to influence the public to influence the people.
That's my impotent rage. Oh I still rage like the rabid beast in the noon-high sun. But to the world it matters naught. And that makes it all the worse.