Portland, Oregon Besides being International Workers’ Day, Mayday is also the 8th anniversary of my marriage to PattyJo. She didn’t get the day off, so I will be our sole representative at this afternoon’s big Mayday march here in Portland. This has been an annual event for us since our first one in 2001. Over… Continue reading Thoughts on Mayday 2007 – no borders
I dreamed cousin Evo came down from the mountains carrying a single red rose clasped firmly in his fist and beside him walked the ghost of Che and the ghost of El Libertador and the ghosts of the children of the mothers of the disappeared and behind those came the spirits of the vanquished gods… Continue reading i dreamed cousin Evo came down
Before the Europeans conquered and divided up the Americas there were no borders. Unless you were entering the territory of an enemy tribe, there was no border patrol to prevent you from travelling from the tip of South America to Alaska. Our white ancestors changed all of that by murdering and raping the indigenous people… Continue reading Support our sisters and brothers from the south – no walls, no borders!
What border, what contrivance of culture is it that prevents us from standing in the middle of the street, all of us, and saying stop? Stop! We have to change this world. If we don’t change this world, there will be no world. And if we don’t believe that, can’t we see what is happening… Continue reading crossing borders