America's Dream is My Dream

The first night I arrived in Denver, I had a powerful dream.

I was sitting in a cafe with the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, and

I was saying to him that the most profoundly important thing he had ever said was

"The time is always right to do right."

I told him that I have adopted this as my motto in life.

Upon waking, I felt a sense of peace and righteousness that calmed any worries or petty anxieties I might have about the path laid out before me.

This was the second epiphany dream I have had featuring MLK--the first one was about 10 years ago, when I dreamed that I saw MLK in the middle of a riot, and walked over to him, prostrating myself before him and kneeling down.

He was giant-sized and seemed God-like to me. I had my hands clasped in prayer position, and he bent down and took my hands.

He lifted me up with his hands until I stood with him, our eyes met and he communicated to me without words a sense that I am worthy and my work is important--I am not just a small girl at the foot of a mythic superhero.




I am an active participant in this world,

able to enact change and work for social justice.








Today Toshi and I visited the Martin Luther King Monument in Denver's City Park.

The powerful memorial was erected in 2002.

It features statues of Dr. King, Rosa Parks, Frederick Douglass, Sojourner Truth, and Mahatma Gandhi.



Surrounding the statues in the four cardinal directions were stone carvings with a timeline of civil rights in America paired with Dr. King's words.






Within the stone carvings were these detailed depictions of the Black civil rights struggle in America. it was incredibly powerful, and neither of us were expecting to be affected as deeply as we were by this monument to Dr. King and others who have given their lives to the struggle for civil rights and social justice for all people.



Toshi and I both had strong emotional reactions to the monument and reflected on the moment, having just heard Barack Obama accept the Democratic Party's nomination for president on the anniversary of Dr. King's "I have a dream" speech and the March on Washington. When we got to the part of the monument which was inscribed with the quote about Dr. King's "four little children" living in a world where they are "judged not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character," Toshi allowed me to interview him about his thoughts and feelings about this monument and this moment in our history:



Yesterday, we arrived at Invesco Field yesterday just as the tribute to Dr. King began. We watched the video below and I cried:



Dr. King's children spoke eloquently in support of Barack Obama. His daughter began her speech: "Tonight, freedom rings from the snow-capped mountains of Colorado..."



Martin Luther King III asserted that his father would have been so proud of Barack Obama:

America's Hope, America's Promise

Tonight I was at Invesco Stadium where Barack Obama accepted the Democratic party's nomination for President of the United States!

It was amazing to be there in person to be part of history, and it was unbelievable to be one of a sea of people (84,000+ in the stadium and millions of viewers at home) supporting this phenomenal team for President and Vice-President!!

Here is a short video of the crowd going wild when Obama took the stage, so you can get a sense of what it was like to be there tonight!



Here is Barack's powerful speech, in which he outlined his platform and addressed the criticisms that the Republicans have used against him and other Democrats in the past. He did not invoke people's emotions--he spoke to our intellect and respectfully outlined the problems that Americans are facing and called for the Republicans to "own their failures" so that we can move forward together, united by a vision for an American future based on the American dream and the values this country was founded on:



I was awed and honored to be part of history tonight--it was definitely one of the highlights of my life so far. It is something I will tell my children and grandchildren about, and I feel so incredibly blessed to have been there to witness this moment in American history along with 84,000 of my closest friends!

I hope you all had the chance to watch Barack's speech live, and here's a whole new way to see it, courtesy of "Wordle" which creates these awesome collages of words (you can enter in any words and it will create a unique constellation with the biggest words being the most frequent):

It was very interesting to be there in person and then watch it on TV later--actually we watched it twice on CNN after we got home from Invesco (Toshi kept pointing to the screen during crowd shots--exclaiming, "There we are, those two little dots up there!). Some things looked better in person (the backdrop looked boring on TV but very beautiful in person; the exploding streamers looked kind of funny in person--they fell on the backdrop, the camera rigging, and obscured the view from the crowd cam--but they looked amazing on TV in the close-up shots). It was truly mind-boggling to watch the speech from our hotel room that night. We just kept looking at each other with eyes wide and mouths hanging open, "We were THERE!"

We are all part of this American moment and we all own a piece of our democracy for which we must take responsibility. As Barack Obama so eloquently stated:

"This has never been about me.
This is about YOU!"

Virtual DNC: Interviews with CD-9 Delegates

Denver 2008: Democratic National Convention


CA CD-9 Delegate Fred Feller


CA CD-9 Delegate Mark Friedman


CA CD-9 Delegate Jennifer Pae

Free Speech: An American Value

I have always loved a good protest (what native Cantabridgean doesn't?), and it has been sort of jarring for me to participate in this convention as a supporter rather than as a protester.

I was surprised to find myself being unhappy about protests by groups I belong/belonged to and I had to question my sense of self. I have always felt that it is righteous to oppose "the man" but now I see these people with signs and plans and bandanas, prepared for pepper spray and nightsticks, and I wonder if they will accomplish their ultimate goals by doing what they're doing. I don't know the answer but I have a lot of deep questions to ponder.

Toshi said maybe he was just feeling nostalgic for the protests of our rebellious "youth" (haha I know we're still babies in this world in the grand scheme of things), but he felt that we were standing for something important and our protests might have succeeded in accomplishing our goals (for example letting third party candidates debate with the major party candidates). I pointed out that our protests (and even our votes) did not accomplish that goal 8 years ago, and our possibly misguided efforts may have unintentionally contributed to the travesty of justice that was the 2000 Presidential election. Toshi encouraged me to consider the larger and more nuanced picture. and he's probably right. perhaps I blame myself too much. Still, I am questioning... what is the most effective strategy to create real change?

I am wondering if I am getting old or what is happening to me...

but I fully support the right of protesters to make their opinions heard.

There are many different groups here, bringing visibility to their issues and helping our democratic process by participating in the way that is natural to them.

Lots of people traveled from far away to protest the war in Iraq, especially Iraq Veterans Against the War and also Code Pink (women for peace). They will also be protesting at the RNC in the Twin Cities.

The Iraq Vets led a march of 10,000 people and delivered a statement calling on the Democratic nominee to endorse the three main goals of IVAW: Immediate withdrawal, full veterans benefits, and reparations for the Iraqi people.

Following a packed show at the Denver Coliseum where Rage Against the Machine and the Flobots encouraged the crowd to join IVAW's march, two squads of 25 IVAW members each formed up outside the venue and began marching to the Pepsi center. The squads were led by members in dress uniforms and combat uniforms, with thousands of supporters marching behind them.... Former Texas Lt Governor Ben Barnes came out of the convention to accept a letter from the IVAW members.

Smaller groups and individuals also added their voices to the outcry against this criminal and immoral war of aggression.

I cried when I saw these women with their handmade masks and signs, silently marking the memory of people lost in the Iraq war.

Some of the protests/protesters made me uncomfortable or unhappy, like these people protesting the very idea of homosexuality.



Luckily there was an awesome counter-demonstration alongside them with hundreds of pink & yellow balloons inscribed "gay." Remember, gay also means "happy" and that's how this made me feel. It was very upsetting though to look to the left and see these happy gay balloons and then to look to the right and see angry religious people. Can't we all just get along? Whatever happened to "live and let live"?


Some of the protesters had elaborate costumes and props...









Some of the protesters were just plain silly...






Some were painfully misguided...






Here's an example of some "fair and balanced" coverage (commentary by my fabulous friend Steve):

Apparently, when you refuse to speak to the obnoxious and condescending reporter from Faux News – or when you speak out against corporate media manipulation – that means you “don’t believe in freedom of speech.” At least, that’s according to Fox News’s Griff Jenkins. The protesters outside the Democratic convention in Denver give him a piece of their agitated minds; hilarity ensues:

Something else surprised me and caused me to be quite challenged personally. There were lots of anti-abortion people here with bloody pictures of fetuses, chanting about the value of life. Many of them were young women: my age, educated and otherwise just like me (there but for the grace of God go I).

I guess I had a preconceived notion that anti-abortion crusaders were mostly crusty old men with a not-so-secret agenda of controlling women's bodies and women's lives.

I was shocked and (I must admit--saddened) to see young, smart, liberated women advocating for a reduction in women's rights to regulate and control their own bodies, their reproductive rights, and to decide for themselves when is the right time to have a child. (this video shows the entrance to the Pepsi Center where the delegates were listening to the keynote speakers Weds night--the lady you can hear on the megaphone as you approach the gate was one of the leaders of this anti-abortion protest).



I can't argue whether human life is or isn't valuable--obviously it is. But I found myself sick to my stomach when I saw the blown up color photos on banners blaming Obama for abortions or labeling him a "baby-killer." I know that there is an important moral aspect to the abortion issue--it isn't just any old medical procedure, but is also isn't as simple as "bad/immoral people killing babies." Sometimes a woman's own life is at risk, sometimes she has been the victim of rape or incest, and sometimes she simply knows she is not ready or capable of being a good mother at this time. How can we value life when we are relegating those "innocent babies" we've "saved" to a lifetime of poverty, maternal resentment, and poor parenting? I am reminded of the line from a Michael Franti song, "You can make a life longer, but you can't save it."

We have to learn to live together in the middle ground and discuss the material in the grey zones, rather than just sticking to our own narrow perspectives and the scripts that come with the "pro-choice" and "pro-life" labels. Divorced from the salience of the abortion debate, I don't think any American can truly pick either life or choice--we value both!

So I have been fundamentally challenged and changed by what I've seen here, and by my own reactions to these protests. It is OK, because this is America and we are allowed to disagree with one another and still remain a country united by a commitment to free speech.

And in this new America, we are allowed to reconsider deeply held opinions in the face of new information without being called a "flip-flopper." At least I hope so.

Please join me in the new America, where it is safe to reassess preconceptions and build common ground.

Cop Watch: F*ck the police??

Denver and the Twin Cities each received $50 million from the federal government for security improvements for the Democratic and Republican Conventions respectively.

Denver was literally swarming with police officers, and it was actually kind of scary for the first couple of days. Toshi and I talked to some of the cops, dressed to the nines in snazzy new riot gear, and Toshi asked what they were doing.

Lady Cop: We're here for the DNC.

Toshi: But why are you all suited up in riot gear? What are you anticipating?

Lady Cop: We're prepared for anything--most of the protesters plan to be peaceful, but some of them are not.

Toshi: It's kind of scary to see you all dressed like this, with the big clubs & extrame riot gear...

Lady Cop: That's probably a good thing!

As we walked away, I felt uneasy--people who are not breaking the law and don't plan to break the law shouldn't have to feel afraid of the police.

Only people who are doing something violent or wrong should fear the consequences.

People whom the police are supposedly protecting (participants in the DNC) should feel reassured by their presence, but the "police state" feel in the air was disquieting when we arrived on Sunday and certainly it intensified on Monday.

The rest of the week, things seemed to quiet down, and there wasn't as much intense police presence. The protesters also seemed to tone it down, and there was less of a sense that direct confrontation (rather than simply free speech) was the main goal.

Of course the police were still out and about patrolling the streets, but it didn't feel like there were hundreds of riot cops within view at all times. And the constant wailing of sirens had waned to random moments punctuated by flashing lights on police vehicles.

These bicycle cops happily posed for pictures with several convention-goers, including yours truly. They were funny, relaxed, and friendly (this was Wednesday, after things seemed to have generally cooled down).

Ultimately, all of the interactions Toshi and I had with the police were positive, with them giving me information about where to eat, where to go, and general safety tips ("Don't have your convention credentials hanging around your neck where people can snatch them" or "Get out of the street, ma'am--you're about to get run over!").

One moment when I was particularly glad to have the strong police presence was when Toshi and I encountered these 2 protests: pro-gay and anti-gay demonstrations were underway right next to one another on the 16th street mall (pedestrian street lined with shops in Downtown Denver near the convention center). Things were tense to say the least. I was getting increasingly worried as the insults flew and the F-word was liberally applied by both sides.

I suggested we get out of there--and as we left, I was so relieved to see a big squad of police officers put themselves in between the two groups of angry protesters. They put their bodies in between the two groups, so that each one could express their points without hurting someone or getting hurt. I have great respect for these officers who used their own bodies as a shield for free speech.

It makes me reconsider the lyrics of this song by one of my favorite musical artists (Michael Franti/Spearhead).

"F*ck the police! We can keep the peace.
We can make love and conquer that disease.

Because nothing in the world is impossible to me--
I can swim on dry land or roll up on the sea.

Nothing in the world is impossible to me--
you can chop off my legs and I'll land upon my feet!"

But can we keep the peace? Or do we need some help? Maybe we get by with a little help from our friends?? can the police be our friends? can "they" be part of "we"?

Our hostess Brit (a street medic) told me she was impressed with the police and the worst injuries they treated were sunscreen in the eyes and a bandaid for a cut in a Food Not Bombs kitchen. Brit said she was walking home w/2 other medics, decked out in red crosses, at 3am on night. Public transportation had shut down for the night. A police car pulled up and offered them a ride, saying "We're both neutral observers here."

When I was a kid, I used to love tagging the following graffiti:

BUT

I wrote this all over the place without considering the practical implications and without truly considering he meaning of either anarchy or peace.

Now I wonder if "anarchy but peace" is even possible?

or even desirable? (sorry black blockers!)

Or if it just something that people scrawl on bathroom walls to make ourselves feel better, to feel like we're doing something, to get a surge of powerful feelings like we are "sticking it to the man." but who is "the man" anyway? and is there a better way to change our world?

I guess I have become more critical and more of a realist since I was 13 (I sure hope so!). As I grow older, I realize how important it is for people to have limits and the necessity to have individuals and groups within society (and families) who enforce the limits for the sake of basic safety, sanitation, and respect.

People feel safer and behave better with limits: social science and lived experience bear out this conclusion. We need to know what the limits are, or we will constantly be testing them, and this constant testing without discovery of any boundaries leads people to a state of angst, anxiety, and even anger. Children and adults alike yearn to know what is OK and not OK, and we look to someone who is stronger, smarter, and safer than ourselves to show us the way.

but are the police the right people for the job? Should they be the boundary-enforcers of first resort or only used as our last resort when all else fails?

social workers are often considered a kind of social police, and I have often felt uncomfortable wih the social control aspect of my field, preferring the social justice angle.

Especially as a new and young social worker, I often find myself wondering, "Who am I to be enforcing these social norms anyway?"

Martin Luther King was often challenged by supporters and skeptics alike about his commitment to legal reforms to protect and ensure civil rights for all people. Critics said that education, not laws, were needed to truly reform people's hearts and minds. MLK agreed to a certain extent, stating that laws and education were both necessary components of the recipe to heal the racial divides in our nation. Then he stated that "the law can't make a man love me- but it can keep a man from lynching me! and I think that's pretty important too." So laws and law enforcement have an important role to play in social justice, social harmony, and the regulation of social behavior.

I don't have the answer to all this, but again I have a lot of important questions to ponder about how we can create the society we want with carefully chosen and humanely enforced limits to maintain basic safety and security for community members.

It seems to me that we do need help keeping the peace, and it is a generally good thing to have people trained to prevent problems and injuries when people are exercising their right to free speech. but of course power can breed corruption and abuse, so it is essential that police forces (especially those outfitted with powerful automatic weapons, lethal and non-lethal strategies for stopping protesters in their tracks, tear gas, and massive nightsticks) be held accountable for their actions.

This guy might disagree:

It was interesting to me to see the reaction of some of the protesters to the police presence--having personally talked to people in Bosnia, the USSR, and Nazi Germay, I don't think Denver during the DNC is anything close to what a "police state looks like" ...

The police were generally helpful and friendly unless you were doing something dangerous or pushing against the boundaries that were set up to preserve the safety of the delegates and convention attendees. With plans such as the one that DASW (Direct Action to Stop War) explained to me--trapping the delegates in wire cages as they tried to enter the convention floor for example--I think it would have been worse if these protesters were allowed to exercise their so-called "right to free speech" by usurping others' rights to move about freely. If a "police state" means stopping people from committing the crimes of assault, battery, and kidnapping against participants in the democratic process, sign me up.

Free speech is a right that does have some limits, like the way my father describes the right to smoke cigarettes:

"You're right to smoke a cigarette ends where my nose begins!"

Today I was having coffee and blogging at an internet cafe and I saw someone who looked very familiar, so I asked if he was from Berkeley--he WAS! And he came here to assist Denver's CopWatch program, which holds the police accountable for their actions by documenting what is happening, and attempts to prevent police brutality and abuses of power by being present and letting the police know that someone is watching their activities and reporting on what they are doing.

I had a great conversation with the CopWatch rep from Berkeley, as well as a local CopWatcher from Denver (video coming soon--it's a long one so it takes a while to upload; check back soon!).

They graded the cops' behavior this week as follows:

Sunday: B

Monday: F
(Rage Against the Machine Concert)

Tuesday: C

Wednesday: B+
(Iraq War Veterans March)

Thursday: B

Arriving in Denver

Woke up this morning in Rawlins Wyoming and realized that I had crossed into a new timezone--go Rocky Mountain Time!!

I drove through Cheyenne (more of my favorite highway: I-80, baby!!) almost all the way to Denver!!!!

In Denver, the center of "Obama-Nation," I met up with Toshi (he flew in from Berkeley this morning). It was wonderful to see him again, and I was so glad that he was willing to trust this crazy idea and come out to Denver. I know he wont regret it!

We went to the orientation for our volunteer job with the campaign, where we discovered that they don't need our help nearly as much as we thought, so that was disappointing--I came here to help, not to sit around being a tourist. Toshi had a better attitude--he said we would use this time to explore Denver, talk with supporters and protesters, and we would paticipate in the activities of the Convention to the extent that we can. Smart guy!

Then we went over to the place we're couchsurfing with our new friends Brit and Chris. They're street medics who tend to the ailments of protesters such as pepper spray injuries, head injuries, panic attacks etc. Chris is on the left, Jamie (another friend and street medic from Olympia, Washington) is in the middle and our fantastic hostess Brit is on the right.

Really great people, definitely kindred spirits--and they have wonderful cats named Baxter and Sunflower (Sunny) who cuddle me while I sleep.

Monday night, we thought we would be watching Michelle's speech from the convention floor, but they didn't need us volunteering there and of course we didn't have the credentials to get in ourselves (someone outside had a sign that said: "Got HOPE, but no CREDENTIALS")...

so Toshi found another amazing thing to do...

We drove out to Red Rocks (natural ampitheater near Denver) for a film festival called "Cinemocracy."

One of my favorite CDs was recorded by Dave Matthews Band "Live at Red Rocks" and I had always imagined coming here someday to see and experience it for myself. This was one of the little blessings of being "not needed" to volunteer at the convention.

We took a great hike around the very red rocks and amazing formations that create this unique landscape, and we stopped for a snack and a chat in this cozy little rock formation.


Surrounded by this incredible natural beauty, we had what I can only describe as a "conversation of our lives," which ranged from our dreams to our hopes to our fears and how to overcome them.

I feel so blessed to have had the chance to experience this incredible environment and to have shared it with someone I love and care about so deeply.



The "Cinemocracy" film festival was sponsored by the DNC and featured short (5 minute) films by average Americans which were submitted a few months ago--the top 10 films and several "honorable mentions" were played at the film fest at Red Rocks.

The film fest opened with an awesome film called "Downtown Denver 2008" which was created by the Denver Host Committee of the DNC. In addition to being a beautiful and invigorating view of Denver and its people, we recognized someone we know!!

Watch the film and notice the dude in a cap (with the bill flipped up) sitting on a bench at about 2 minutes and 8 seconds into the film: That is CHRIS, whom we just met (If you forget what Chris loos like, just scroll up to check out the photo--he's wearing the same awesome hat in both the pic above and the video below)!!

So we were jumping out of our seats and pointing and squealing when we saw him on the big screen. It was so exciting--we only know 2 people in all of Denver, and here was one of them right in the video only 2 minutes into the film festy!! It was definitely a sign that we're in the right place, doing the right things, with the right people.



These two were my favorites; they weren't the #1 winners and I don't know why:

IF YOU REALLY KNEW ME

Directed by Betsy Leighton, Denver, CO

WHAT IS DEMOCRACY?

Directed by 5th graders: Skelly Aggett-Carosella, Ivar Cloudshadow, Trevor Green, Gabe Greenberg, Noah Greenwald, Jade Hunter, Aidan McGinnis, Izaiah Read, Sienna Richert & Emma Wilson, Boulder, CO

These were the other films, which ranged from the silly to the sublime:

• CINEMA+(DEM)OCRACY=CINEMOCRACY – Alan Dominquez, Denver, CO
• DEMOCRACY: A MARRIAGE – Isha Aran, Lakewood, CO
• DEMOCRACY: A STEADY LOVING CONFRONTATION – Jen Saffron, Pittsburgh, PA
• DEMOCRACY IS A SPECTACLE – Joseph Le Sac, Tacoma, WA
• DEMOKRATIA – Josh Massaro, Isaac Ramos, Melissa Lane & John Knauf, Highlands Ranch, CO
• SUNRISE – Robert Florescu & Sylvia Florescu, Denver, CO
• THE RIGHT TO HAVE A VOICE – Jessica Rosenberger & Austin Tally, Chicago, IL
• YOU CAN’T EAT FREEDOM – Martin Higgins, Lonetree, CO

The Nevada State fair

I had an amazing time at the Nevada State Fair these past few days!!

It was in Reno and it had tons of great activities which I'll describe in as much detail as I can below:

There was a whole area where baked goods were displayed. I was quite inspired by the castle cake.

There was an Indiana Jones cake which was beautiful and quite realistic (the cake was shaped like Indiana Jones--with the hat & everything, just like a doll made out of cake), but someone had touched it or something and Indy's torso began falling over. I offered to help the man who was propping Indy up, but he said he was all set. I was impressed by the creativity of the home arts that were displayed at the fair.

There were the most exquisite quilts!!

My pictures will never be able to do them justice.

This one is a fabulous quilted map of Reno.

I believe it won one of the awards.

When I was walking through the quilt exhibit, I thought of my Auntie Rita and my mom and so I took a lot of pictures, but none of them measure up to the intricacy of detail and the care that was taken in the creation of these handmade quilts.

It was inspiring and tears came to my eyes when I looked up close at the tiny stitches in delicate patterns, the essence of quilting made clear by the elegant simplicity of a woman with a needle and thread and time and work.

I saw tons of beautiful animals and funny animals and oh so many bunnies!!

The animals were raised by children and young people and families. it was awesome to see how well the animals were cared for and how much their caretakers loved them.

They raise and breed the bunnies for pets and treat them kindly. the bunnies were relaxed and tame, letting tons of strangers pet them.

I could tell they were healthy bunnies and happy bunnies, even the ones who were slated for the dinner plate eventually.

Although I do have to admit that it took quite a bit of self-control not to buy these trios of bunnies that were for sale in the "meat pen."

I dearly love my parents and I am so grateful that they let me have bunnies when I was growing up; it was such an important part of my childhood. But being at the fair, I did feel jealous of these girls who were allowed to breed and keep and show their rabbits--maybe I'm really a Nevada girl at heart?


There were stupendous sheep and goats. The sheep were shorn very close and they looked quite sophisticated.



These goats on the other hand, were not going for the "sophisticated" look.

I even got to pet a baby alligator--it was very scary, and it felt cool and kind of smooth and hard. It was just walking around on the floor of the events center, with some little boys who were the caretakers (supervised by adults of course).

The boys were the ones actually handling the alligator and helping other kids and scared people like me interact safely with the alligator. This boy carefully instructed me on how to pet the alligator on its body, not its head, tail, or legs.


I volunteered at the Washoe County Democrats booth at the fair, with Michelle (left) and Cheryl (right). The two volunteers in the middle were awesome, and they walked around the fair registering voters while the rest of us worked the booth.

We distributed information about the local Democratic candidates and about Barack Obama's Campaign for Change. We gave out Obama stickers, buttons, and signs (which I donated thanks to Toshi!!) and registered voters. We also had fabulous merchandise, including this adorable donkey. I got 2 wine glasses and a corkscrew inscribed "Turn Nevada Blue!" since we'll need something to celebrate with in Denver!

Cheryl also took me all around the fair and taught me lots of interesting things abut Nevada and the local area, as well as the wildlife and earthquakes. She was so kind and took her time telling me all of the things I wanted to know about all kinds of things from voter registration to snakes' skin.

Michelle was also wonderful and she gave me great advice about the drive I was about to embark upon--she warned me about the last places to get gas and food and to go pee. and now that I'm on the other side of the long drive, I so deeply appreciate her advice. She also spent a good deal of time helping me learn about voter registration processes in Nevada and answered all my questions.

The Republicans also had a booth, but they weren't staffing it a lot of the time. So we registered a lot of Republican voters too. One couple came to our booth and the women marched right up t us, smiling. She said, "I'm the Democrat; he's the Republican," pointing to her husband who was hanging back sceptically. Beaming, she continued, "We visited the other booth, so now we're coming over to see you!"

There was something about that moment that felt so moving and profound to me. I can't exactly explain it, but it made me fall more deeply in love with this country and its people.

Right across from their booth was this army recruitment booth . there was no one at the booth; or I would have given them a piece of my mind.

they did have a hummer though. it made me mad.



They displayed this vehicle for people to romanticize what my friend veteran (of the 1st Iraq War) Dave described as hellish living for months with other men in a HumV just like this one in scorching heat.

I can't see a hummer without thinking of Dave.

as I was standing there thinking about Dave and what I would say to whomever was supposed to be staffing this booth, I noticed that the hummer said "YES YOU CAN!" in big letters on the side. and then i got really mad and had to walk away.

NO we can't--we can't continue this expansion of military service as the only choice for rural and poor people to try to build a life for themselves. we have to offer the youth or America other choces to build their skills without risking their lives. and America must change our attitude towards war, militarism, violence, and we must reexamine the ease with which we have authorized wars in which thousands of America's children have been slain, mutilated, and traumatized.

we can't continue to treat the youth of America like a commodity easily sacrificed for profit or domination.

Luckily chickens also make me think about Dave, in a happier way--because Dave loves CHICKENS. he would have been in chicken heaven at the fair! Here's chix pix for my friend Chicken Dave.







After the fair, I drove to Elko in Northeastern Nevada. Before I left, I saw this mural with the heading:

Dedicated in all humility to those who blazed the trail

Along the way, I stopped in Puckerbrush, Nevada for gas. check it out!
I arrived in Elko at my Motel 6 and it was wonderful. The woman staffing the place was so helpful and I really did feel at home in my room.

I was comfortable and happy, and I was able to use the internet which is always fun and which is how you're getting all these great pictures!

After a night in Elko, it's on to Utah and Wyoming.

A big driving day tomorrow!