A week off. A thousand orgs & ads everywhere. Orange t-shirted volunteers with sign up sheets. "The Biggest Climate Change Parade." "Change the World! Sign up Now!" As one friend said, "We have to support this. What if a million people showed up?" And so the elusive Woodstock Moment is dreamed of. That means that we are ready to try again, after the experience of Feb 15, 2003, when millions DID show up, in 700 cities, opposing the War in Iraq, and we were labeled a "focus group" by the uber consumerist Geo Bush.
People say "I'll be dead anyway" to my face. We pretend our grandchildren will wear flotation devices and burn suits to pre-K? The migration of millions from the coasts we treat like a TV show in re-runs. We have adopted the purposed forgetting of the Hiroshima and Holocaust survivors, but now we do it in advance.
In the 70's, Joan Didion had a realization that overwhelmed her. She was motoring in Los Angeles at the time, working on a movie, and it dawned on her that "narrative doesn't matter anymore" in American culture. She had to pull off the road. I'm an American in Scotland, on my first morning after the flight from New York, and I'm having a double-take in the opposite direction.