Sometimes i think that Bee'ham is where all the old activists have gone to die. On Fridays, the corner of the old post office, a building done in New Deal Palladio, is obstructed with painted signs, folding tables and petitions kept in place by bricks. "We've been doing this every Friday for forty five years," an older man tells me proudly, his silver hair tied still defiantly in a pony tail.
I stopped myself from saying, "Just imagine what the world would be like without your efforts."
I stopped myself from saying, "Just imagine what the world would be like without your efforts."
Today as i am leaving the Community Food Coop, two women sit at a table covered with petitions. One of the petitions is for the state's GMO labelling initiative. We talk about Monsanto, corn and Oaxaca.
The other petition is against Obama's desire to "fast track" the Trans Pacific Partnership -- an international trade deal which will triumph what its sponsors call the "corporate right to profit" ... at the expense of the environment, affordable drugs and sustainable wages, to say nothing of the miserable excuse of national sovereignty.
The silver haired woman who dates from the Sixties hands me a brochure with my Congressoid's telephone. I take it and start leave as she thrusts her fist into the air and says "Power to the People!"
I know i've seen her before. I turn, smile and say, "Right on!"
The other petition is against Obama's desire to "fast track" the Trans Pacific Partnership -- an international trade deal which will triumph what its sponsors call the "corporate right to profit" ... at the expense of the environment, affordable drugs and sustainable wages, to say nothing of the miserable excuse of national sovereignty.
The silver haired woman who dates from the Sixties hands me a brochure with my Congressoid's telephone. I take it and start leave as she thrusts her fist into the air and says "Power to the People!"
I know i've seen her before. I turn, smile and say, "Right on!"
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