My Demonstrations

I’ve “marched” only twice in my life. The first time, the first Earth Day in 1970. Some friends from high school and I went in my mom’s car (64 Ford Galaxie) to Colorado College to join the big kids. There were many, many youth marches in the country at that time, but I didn’t join them. I didn’t march against the Viet Nam war, not because I didn’t think it was a mistake, but because my dad worked for the gubmint as a war gamer. I didn’t march against racism because I’d had some experiences that showed me how terrifyingly complex that issue was. I understood already that black people were (justifiably) angry and that freedom isn’t given away. People fight for it. Besides, that which I loved most was never humanity. Humanity is a strange thing and I knew it already when I was a teen ager.

I stood up for my planet. I did this again four years ago when I marched “for science.” Really, all our other “issues” are irrelevant if we have no place to live. ❤

We travel together, passengers on a little spaceship, dependent on its vulnerable reserves of air and soil, all committed for our safety to its security and peace; preserved from anihilation only by the care, the work, and the love we give our fragile craft.
Adlai Stevenson

14 thoughts on “My Demonstrations

  1. In my life, I’ve have done a lot of protesting against animal abuse, testing on animals, to put wolves on Endangered Species List and then to keep them on the list. I went to a BLM protest and I lend my voice to my passion projects, mostly animal-related.

  2. I have never marched… I suppose I’ve felt that the ballot box is my “demonstration”. I saw a really good quote re: Earth Day. “Stop asking candidates if they “believe in” global warming and start asking if they understand it. It’s science not Santa Claus.”

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