Okay, folks, most of you know what these photos are narratives are like. This one is similar.
See my pictures and read all about my experiences and about the march at
http://www.yellowstonemagic.com/peace. I've entitled it "Twilight Zone."
I want to see your comments, especially since this one may not be as celebratory as some of my peace narratives.
Jim
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Imagine if you will a peace demonstration. In the mix of marching, chanting, colors and drumbeats it looks like any other peace demonstration. Police lines dot the boundary, and beyond that boundary is a cold stale world of concrete. The distinction is clear. What's inside the demonstration represents hope and what stands outside of it represents an empty world of alienation. In the world of hope, however, drumbeat after drumbeat, sign after sign, chant after chant, something strange begins to happen. The further we march, the less diverse are our signs. No one can seem to remember the words of the chants, or the last time they heard a new one. Our colors start becoming increasingly fewer, at this point reducing to three. What's worse, no one inside the peace demonstration seems to notice. All they take solace in is that they are not in the world of concrete. Well, that is true except that everyone now has a cell phone, or a video camera, or a job inside one of those buildings outside the police lines. We have dinner plans, or plans to write peace narratives on the web. All of us are obsessed with getting angry at the media who will again misreport the numbers of the march, if they report it at all. As the whirlpool begins to swirl, the police begin to leave. Or, worse, we cannot tell whether we are police, or whether they are now demonstrators. Our cell phones begin turning into rifles. Our colors are now simply army fatigues. We march now in straight lines and no longer have signs. Our peace demonstration has become a war party, and suddenly safety behind a concrete wall looks rather tempting. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.
On Saturday, October 25, with approximately 50,000 other people, we did not enter the Twilight Zone of the peace movement, but we marched closer to it, perhaps. On a beautiful, sunny autumn day that had all the look of a successful demonstration, something creepy badgered me in those moments that I took notice of where I was. After more than 6 months without a major demonstration, I felt an eerie sense that we risked becoming what we hated. When worlds turn upside down, why are we still pretending that our world is the same?
Here is my report of the ANSWER (Act Now to Stow War and End Racism) and UFPJ (United for Peace and Justice)October 25, 2003, rally and march to end the war and occupation in Iraq. Despite my sense that our world of peace activism is slipping closer to paradoxical neverlands, I had a wonderful time witnessing and participating on it. Yet, right now, I have no interest in feeling good about myself or ourselves. So, let's focus on the darkness that made its way through the light--that tunnel at the end of the light.
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