beyond my nose
i've been having a rough time i thought, a bit of family trouble i suppose
i thought the world was coming down on me. felt bitter and whatnot.
read an article in the paper, one of those human interest type of stories.
it sort of chronicled some soldiers in iraq and reprinted emails, blogs and letters they wrote.
what is happening to america?
I went to every protest staged five years ago, walked out of school wrote letters, emails etc etc
i thought that was what democracy was in a 16yearold ideal haze
i remember march 19th 2003 because it was two days after i began to fall in love and because we were marching down market and mission with all the others.
i remember at the end of the march, everyone stopped walking, the buildings rising on each side of mission peeking down at us like they were curious what the tiny creatures had gathered for.
i remember not hearing any speakers just surrounded by a lot of sober people.
somewhere across the nation:
My fellow citizens, at this hour, American and coalition forces are in the early stages of military operations to disarm Iraq, to free its people and to defend the world from grave danger.
and at that moment it seemed that a sense of dissappointment seeped through the crowd and maybe failure. i felt grief and later remember that as being the moment i lost faith in this country.
last week the day passed with little notice, i was too tired to demonstrate because i felt so weighed down with the burden of family and school.
last week, at a movie with my dad we saw a preview for stop-loss. my dad, a vietnam vet, stonily said he would not be seeing that movie - it would be too hard to watch.
today, i remember something, a feeling that something horrible is happening in this country beyond my nose.
i thought the world was coming down on me. felt bitter and whatnot.
read an article in the paper, one of those human interest type of stories.
it sort of chronicled some soldiers in iraq and reprinted emails, blogs and letters they wrote.
what is happening to america?
I went to every protest staged five years ago, walked out of school wrote letters, emails etc etc
i thought that was what democracy was in a 16yearold ideal haze
i remember march 19th 2003 because it was two days after i began to fall in love and because we were marching down market and mission with all the others.
i remember at the end of the march, everyone stopped walking, the buildings rising on each side of mission peeking down at us like they were curious what the tiny creatures had gathered for.
i remember not hearing any speakers just surrounded by a lot of sober people.
somewhere across the nation:
My fellow citizens, at this hour, American and coalition forces are in the early stages of military operations to disarm Iraq, to free its people and to defend the world from grave danger.
and at that moment it seemed that a sense of dissappointment seeped through the crowd and maybe failure. i felt grief and later remember that as being the moment i lost faith in this country.
last week the day passed with little notice, i was too tired to demonstrate because i felt so weighed down with the burden of family and school.
last week, at a movie with my dad we saw a preview for stop-loss. my dad, a vietnam vet, stonily said he would not be seeing that movie - it would be too hard to watch.
today, i remember something, a feeling that something horrible is happening in this country beyond my nose.