The off-shore lawyer leaves the village bigot who leaves the Davos suit in the private jet who leaves the best liar in the pub who leaves the hipster with the latest app who leaves the Brussels administrator who thinks its all bizarre who leaves the auntie with the walker in the forgotten city who leaves the tweedy prof with history books who leaves the goth punk and drugged sad one and happy ecstasy dancer and bored telemarketer who leaves the expensive killer who soars high over Europe where the sky goes black who leaves the ten year old with dead parents who begins a long walk from the desert to the center of all this. Each of us sees all the rest of us and we know we can’t leave.
We're spinning through a dizzy history. Bowie, Prince and Ali die in dizzying succession and we see the best of what came from us, our teachers of Peace. Their life stories are technicolor reviews of how far we have come. They leave us privately preparing our own courage, getting ready to surprise ourselves with a better future. And then this parallel escalation of horror in Orlando, with this executioner who hated love, is a shocking demonstration of how far we have yet to go.
We've been through this before. Malcolm X's murder 1965 began a series of sudden deaths and we received the revelatory life stories of Dr. King and Robert Kennedy. And while these lives showed us our own milestones, the Viet Nam slaughter was building, raining down bombs. We were unable to stop the fire-bombings of civilians that marked the triumph of the "Good War." And yet back here in the states we were discovering peace and love on our way to the Women's Movement. We were going in two directions at once with no way to make sense of the accelerating good and bad.
Year in and year we pay and pay for "defense". It has increased to nearly a trillion dollars annually. This is so outrageous and huge, it has grown to become a completely separate world that synthesizes its own fear to sustain its absurdity. We create ISIS after ISIS and we don't even need real patriotism, only masculine fear. The NRA is just a primitive backdraft from a larger fire that can only be contained by a much more radical Peace than we have attempted so far. The heroism that we feel stirring in each of us from the great ones who are dying; this sensation we have of appreciation can't be a pleasant purge that passes through us. We need to make Peace.
Central Park, where I was preaching about the disturbing report today, is the richest park in the country. The fortunes that finance the Central Park Conservancy, a destination for socialites and stars and famous parties, are the Wall Street titans who depress the city budget so that the borough parks are understaffed and over-poisoned. Call this vicious cycle "local neo-liberalism." This report may well become a scandal, because the racism is so obvious.
The legal people, the electeds, the press - all the sectors of public professionals should be engaged, if we sound the alarm loud enough. But Monsanto is very powerful. Even in the face of studies linking their herbicide to birth defects, fertiility and immunity and endocrine system disruption, and so many cancers - they could continue to spray New York for years. Even with 60 countries banning the stuff, Monsanto could lawyer up and hold on.
Drs. Anne and Paul Ehrlich wrote that if we are to save ourselves "the evidence points to the need for a quasi-religious transformation of human values..." We agree. More than a response of these subcultures of professionals, each of us needs to be capable of courageous acts for the Earth. We will be called upon to do strange counter-intuitive things, for the life of the Earth. We must interrupt, embarrass, trespass.... And we will develop a common sense that intuits the needs of the Earth, a modern urban take on the indigenous Spirit worshippers of ancient days.
Our glyphosate spraying maps for Seattle-Tacoma, Portland, Philadelphia, New York (but 2014 only, new report not yet inputted) and San Francisco can be viewed at Revbilly.com. Earthalujah!
The Bernalujah faithful will feel the Bern a year from now, and ten years from now. This most unlikely candidate was the one that would break through, the revolutionary in the election, the right one. Bernie Sanders is conceivably the form an American Revolution could take. He is the breach of the corporate wall.
Eugene Debs, Eugene McCarthy, Shirley Chisholm, George McGovern, Norman Thomas, Dennis Kucinich, Jesse Jackson – these also-rans are the compost that slowly built the ideal of the true outsider. Bernie is the bridge between these idealists and the corrupt mainstream, and oh we need him.
And the Bernie legions have nothing to feel bad about. This infrastructure is now in place. And whoever is in that Oval partition will FEEL THE BERN for years. Bernie will be there, a living moral presence, no matter what the corruption serves up.
There will someday be a President who is that moral presence in the flesh, standing there looking across the White House lawn, and that person will owe so much to this remarkable campaign in 2016, and that President could be Bernie himself.
The $500 lunches must have wreaked hell with the budget, what? The bribes must have taken many forms. Monsanto must have helped many lawmakers with their personal finances. THIS - THIS, children, is a WATERSHED VICTORY. It will put toxin-free wind at the back of activists around the world.
Monsanto and "Big Chem" wanted this vote badly, and last year it looked as if they would get it. Monsanto executives infiltrated the European Union government, the con was on! Reports that the toxins were safe came from renta-lab-coat scientists, paid for by the industry, of course. But nearly one hundred scientists and advocacy groups signed up to testify against extending permission to use glyphosates for 15 years. The pressure swept across Europe, from beekeepers to moms to oh, the real actual scientists.
Recall of Monsanto's Roundup is very likely now, as EU elected turned down even a compromise extension of a year and a half. They went for that when they knew they were in trouble. Slow down the process. Rope-a-dope the bored public. And increase the fine wine anointed bribery-meals and that advertising-like "science." The Earth is speaking through the disappearing butterflys and frogs and songbirds, and the Earth is speaking even through the predators who let this happen, you and me. Earthalujah!
Ali, Prince, Daniel Berrigan, Berta Caceres, Oliver Sacks, David Bowie.
These lives that are breaking over us. I don't remember a time like this. This is a super storm. The fantastic chapters of their lives come down on us like a living color wave.
I'm moving in slow motion, wondering what the hell. All around me babies are being born to thrilled parents. The Earth is ready to cash us in. The fabulous cemetery of 2016 - is a generation of dead so astounding in life - they had to die for us to organize our respect.
And now their lives bear witness to this accelerating thuggery of big institutions and public figures, and the arctic liquifies and the wildfires feel more personal than celebrities and the air we breathe and the water we drink is a scandal of toxins. These teachers watch us from thousands of photographs. Their personalities make a landscape of unselfied life. They are daring us to figure this out.
We fired Him. The old male god is gone. We gave Him the pink slip. And so we are on our own, trying to find the meaning of our lives. Now what?
We are starting over; as more and more people deny to the pollsters that they have any particular god. The percentage in the United States is approaching a third of the population. "No God Please" - is our number one religious belief. Many of us, then, are looking for the meaning of life from this zero-sum position.
This is the Great Returning. If we find what our life is given meaning by our intimate relationships, by the mysterious complexity of neighborhoods and extended families, by giving service and to non-careerist arts - then we are discovering the natural world in our midst. A healthy community is a lot like a wild eco-system.
Photo by John Quilty
Berta Caceres and Father Dan Berrigan and Michael Ratner, David Bowie and Oliver Sachs and Prince, the names that ride on the surface of our modern storm of suicides and cancers and drownings of refugees.
We are a nation that is finally unable to continue its tradition of death denial. Our eternal life was something we murdered the natives with. Now we die, alone in our homes, with America exploding in the windows by our deathbed, like cartoon apocalypses...
It took a bad president to kill the word hope, but it took all of us to turn the Promised Land into a gated graveyard. Our family this Sunday hiked with through the vast resting place called the Green-wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, New York. It was at one point an A-list tourist destination, equal in the 19th century to the numbers who visited Niagara Falls, but now this 600 acre green world is abandoned.
People no longer mourn. The rare car that appears zooms by like a fly buzzing by ancient rocks. Is sorrow possible from the blurred vision of an SUV? I mourn Prince's passing with a hundred YouTubes. We make our way back to realistic life by walking for hours through the tombs with a child who continually asks about the lives of the people reclining in the mausoleums crushed by the falling trees of the hurricane.
The Church of Stop Shopping has come to believe that it is critical to levitate the de Young, and is sending its senior pastor, Reverend Billy Talen, to do this important work. He will preach on Wednesday noon, April 20th in front of the museum. At 7:00pm, he will read from his new book, The Earth Wants YOU, at City Lights, 261 Columbus Avenue.
Here is the Reverend’s invitation:
The de Young was constructed to resist levitation or flight of any kind. Many of the museum’s trustees and donors insist that the building should not fly or float or make any move at all. And yet, it is generally acknowledged that in this time of apocalyptic weather, increased tremblers and tsunamis, long distance desperate migrations of plants, animals and humans – and outright extinction – it is no longer realistic to assume that the building won’t move at all.
Indeed, the institution’s big donors make the world outside the museum – levitate! Fossil fuel investors take key roles in the de Young, as they do in art museums throughout the West. The extracting and emissions of burning, the flooding as plastics, fluids and gasses that persist in the soil and water and air… The world is in flames from the careers of the wonderfully dressed grandees at the de Young parties. The monumental pillar of the museum seems to give “society” a place that they don’t believe is in fiery motion.
Now the intransigence of the de Young has a new bulwark against the accelerating capital that shreds every thing outside. In response to a Freedom of Information Act request from Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping, the museum admits that it is drenched in Monsanto’s RoundUp, with its carcinogenic toxin “Glyphosate.” Look at the map. Undoubtedly families are covered with the stuff as they walk away from an afternoon of culture.
Our church researchers suggest that there is a sort of death-wish here. The museum seems to be telling us that now we can ignore our own impending extinction in an artistic way. Since the Earth’s crisis was brought about by the investments so gratefully cultivated by the museum, it appears that “art” is a distraction arranged by our own executioners.
On Wednesday the 20th, do we want to levitate the museum or ground it? It is the park, which is a kind of art exhibit featuring the Earth – that must save us.
Rev Billy & the Stop Shopping Choir performed against the Koch brothers and their $100m gift to Lincoln Center. Two of them were arrested. They have exorcised the oil money from the Tate Modern, both in London and Liverpool. Working with BP Or Not BP? the church gave an unasked for concert in the BP-sponsored British Museum.
I wore my long johns so that I could sit in the Tombs, a cold jail even if its 70 degrees on the surface. So I had my baptist hanky out right away as we approached the front door of the Central Park Conservancy – that dabbing off of sweat only made me seem more like a wearied-by-the-spirit preacher. Then as we walked up to the billionaire’s club – a surprise - the police and well-dressed security types, faded away. This made me sweat just a bit less.
It showed us that in the billionaires part of town, the Upper East Side of Manhattan, between Park Avenue and 5th Avenue on 60th Street, the police work for their overlords. In another part of town the cops will walk by the crowd and the Stop Shopping Choir and push me over and hand-cuff me. Then I’m led away while the choir sings our gospelized version of the 1st Amendment. This has been going on for 15 years.
But yesterday I remained free under the CPC’s “martyrdom management,” – a more nuanced approach by the marketing department of the very rich. We began to sing and shout about poisons in the parks, starting with “Monsanto is the Devil,” from our new record.
Yesterday was about secrecy… the secrets of modern personal fortunes. Yesterday was also about the secrets of poisons dispersed in nature, that nature being the Central Park foliage and lawns and promenades.
High society New York style, of course, must have secrets. The castle has a wraith of mist, with the princess swirling briefly by a high window. That’s the classic cover of those bodice-ripper books that after-work nurses read on the subway. Funny how the cheapest pop culture can accurately catch the essence of the modern governance…
This is essentially the Central Park Conservancy’s presentation to the hoi polloi, and to the ten singers and Elvis impersonator dogging their doorway with the Tiffany glass awning. We look like a subway car of people who stumbled into the rich part of town, but we ara a threat. Our little theater company’s lawyer has submitted a Freedom of Information Act request to the NY Parks Dept that is well-made and legally binding. We demand to know when and where of the spraying by the city of Monsanto’s carcinogenic herbicide “RoundUp” is incomplete. The city showed us where the poisons were sprayed on the African and Hispanic citizens, the working poor and new immigrants – but where the rich live in Manhattan and in Brooklyn around Prospect – we got big blanks. The conservancies refused to cooperate. They should have given us the information last October. Our map on the website Revbilly.com has a Joker-like question mark on Central Park. Secrecy.
The largest gift the park ever got came in 2012 from John Paulson. The gift was a cool $100 million. Paulson is a god of secrets. He used the credit default instruments invented by Blythe Masters at JPMorgan Chase, to “short the housing market.” Let’s say that again. Paulson created hedge funds where he and his speculators could take bets that the housing bubble would burst. He made $4 billion that year as millions of families lost their homes. He made a market that was secret because he invented it, a definition of the waves of absconded wealth in recent decades.
So we sang and shouted for a couple hours. My sermon was all about secrecy. The bullhorn made nice echoes in this canyon of billionaires. The snuck in an out of our harmonies. We tried to give them information on the sidewalk but they scurried off. Savitri got into fascinating conversations with clumps of lunchtime workers, who drifted near us, smoking and smiling – but maybe not quite clapping or shouting Earthalujah!
They will privatize this sidewalk as soon as they can, I suppose. Meanwhile the laws of the land reach this far: shouting citizens in the doorway. We’ll be back. And of course they know that – because the police being there as we arrived indicated that they had read our emails.
Concservancy people – listen to me. If we’ve been sprayed by RoundUp, a carcinogen that is banned in scores of countries. And insiders in the Parks Dept. have whispered to us that we have been sprayed by the stuff… we need to know about it. The rich can’t keep secrets.
Photo by Kate Bingham