Read this Guardian Piece. If You Don't Cry, Sign Yourself Into Rehab.

safe_image-7.jpgThis is the story. This is the show-down.

In our work we have noticed: This is the narrative that people quickly make sense of, much faster than the larger apocalypses, like climate change, species extinction, the population and consumption and war spirals. For years we have lacked the earth-shaking thriller that explains everything else. That is why Hollywood has been able to sell us a blockbuster apocalypse everything month or so, with some Captain Americas or Supermen flying in at the last minute to save us. Somehow that isn't a realistic preparation for what is actually happening to us. But THIS story: The villainy of Monsanto, the instrument of death that is the seed-soaking Neonicotinoid insecticides, the struggle of the Honey Bees to touch a thousand flowers and touch us all... Here we have the STAR WARS that the environmental struggle hasn't had since Rachel Carson. My vote is for pushing against Monsanto and Bayer and Syngenta and the whole neo-liberal factory farming GMO regime. Let's be too outlandish to be called mere "protesters." That part of ourselves that we've held quietly in reserve, that collection of courage? Anybody hear me? Unpack that now and plan a nonviolent direct action. Not a march and rally. Not protesting. A nonviolent direct action that is so dramatic that the first thing people think of is: How will the bees get back to their hive? And how will I survive? (THOSE TWO QUESTIONS ARE THE SAME QUESTION.) HoneyBeeLujah!

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Showdown

safe_image-8.jpgWE HAVE A SHOW-DOWN THAT WILL DEFINE WHAT WE ARE. The profitable poison versus the people. (This is a very hands-on version of climate change vs. the people, and that is part of this fight's importance.) For almost a decade the EPA has not moved on Neonicotinoids, but of course the EPA is rendered goofy by the pressure of so many Monsanto people in its offices. Out in the world we have beekeepers, flowers and bees. In the capital we have millionaire masturbators. The trick is to draw them into battle. How do we draw a line between us? The corporate marketers are brilliant cultural analysts. They fuzz the border between us. Bayer, Syngenta and Monsanto hold "Bee Health Summits." They offer themselves as our benign leaders with images of bees, flowers and huggy children. Their conscience policy is - kill the bees while pretending to love them, and while financing RoboBees to replace them. We keep thinking, "Can they be that evil?" Yes, they are. 

EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT NEONICS IS AWFULhttp://grist.org/news/everything-we-know-about-neonic-pesticides-is-awful/

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On The Theme Of Impersonations

10491161_10152108717245974_5569511411381910340_n.jpgNow that our run at Joe's Pub is concluded I turn to the computer and find my friend Keegan arrested for impersonating cops. Oh, the costumes of activists, trying to appropriate the authority that has gotten out of control. Then I thought of our strange year, this bee cult we started. The authority we confronted was Harvard, the pomposity of scientists there secretly getting money from the Pentagon to replace bees with robots... RoboBees. What? 

Costumes take the predator police momentarily off their scent, off their prejudice as to types, and adds a sense of humor. They are slightly less apt to hand-cuff you if they are laughing. You don't often see laughing cops cuffing protesters. It's all theater! The picture here, after our singing invasion of the RoboBee laboratory - we can see the vogue-ing of the Stop Shopping Choir. It seems that we have practiced drag queens in our midst. Gender-switching and species-switching. C'mon cops, try to catch us!

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Coney Island Mermaid Parade 2014

10478152_10152104858106470_3107406951235252235_n-1.jpgStop Shopping Choir members and friends at the Mermaid Parade on Coney Island. -- Well we've been discussing gender switching and species-switching by activists. This parade is dedicated to ocean life, the romantic gene-splicing that makes the Mermaid. The Honey Bees are all over this picture, a bit hard to see. I see undersea life, cabaret coral, fish kings and star fish... The Earth revolution is sourcing here. This is sexy AND important to survive, and unites with Carnavale events, indigenous ritual, and all the Doo Dah and Burning Man parades... We're onto something here. We're intuitively moving toward it... Give me an Earthalujah!

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Our Fundamentalism

10491971_10152107569305974_5775053914910697248_n-2.jpgOur fundamentalism will always have us drowning, in denial to the end, preaching about surviving all this extreme weather. But the wilderness rises up our legs, unlaughing, eating us alive. Right-wing apocalyptic Christianity may try its vaudeville routine as the water rises, because turning your deathbed into a garish comedy is its style, but all Americans have the same contract with the lonely, angry military god. We all have our chance go down into the suffocating wildness with only a sad reality show of our last moments. We are looking for eternity, re-runs, syndication, and profits that silently come into our Paypal account. 

Profits are the form that fundamentalism takes now, the wars that support it are just a very expensive form of last minute shouting before drowning. We were supposed to follow a pillar of fire across the wilderness, but it's worse than GPS. The flood put out the fire and the god disappeared like a Wall Street crook in a Dassault jet. We wanted the eternity we were promised. We wanted to slay the natives and settle down. We are still trying to go to church as the water rises. We want our eternity so badly, like a drug-like sexual encounter, like a billion dollars appearing in the seaweed as it swallows us. The Earth is pushing us into the sky for our last words, and this is a speech with no money in it.

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Faboulous Saints

10462538_10152089814180974_7955100340225792386_n-1.jpgVictoria, Casey, Hadar, and Vincent - accepted "Fabulous Sainthood" in the Church of Stop Shopping yesterday. These four sacred activists are among the Cooper Union students who took the school president's office and refused to leave, ultimately living there for 65 days. Our HoneyBeeLujah services are just around the corner in Astor Place, and we have a special appreciation for standing up to institutions of higher learning who turn into real estate empires with college presidents paid like CEO's. Trespassing in the upper reaches of these places warms our heart. We were arrested for preaching from the rooftops of NYU buildings more than ten years ago, when we were trying to save the Poe House on 3rd Street from NYU expansion. It was the residence where Edgar Alan wrote The Raven. So we have explored these highfalutin methods. I believe that the powerlessness that students feel with the remote hugeness of universities was - here in New York at least - assuaged by the seizing of executive offices by these saints. And even as they conducted interviews from their top floor corner office, for instance with Amy Goodman at Democracy Now, they always took us through the issues of transparency, tuition and debt and the consumerizing of students - with a light touch. You can see it in their laughter here.

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Listening Point

10351654_10152078610425974_8486627470265517360_n.jpgIn the young years that I lived in Minnesota and the Dakotas. I’d return again and again to the end of a dock to stare up, or take a hillpath to a lookout, my listening point. The main thing I wanted was to be free of others and to look out… I was meditating toward the north and west, where I would see the night sky arrayed out there endlessly above the icy sweeps. I didn’t even want to call it the Rockies or the Arctic - I felt strangely nourished by that mystery. 

I loved my listening point in the winter when the north wind made the evergreens give off that soft whistling sound. I could imagine the big forest cats, the wolves and their full moons and the great white owls. They were my fabulous gatekeepers to another world. I knew that if I traveled far enough into this vast space that the thousands of rules that were being assembled for my young life would disappear. The measurements, like “millions of miles” would become useless. All human shouts died on the edge of the crushing silent music that swept up to space. 

I believe my listening points offered me an invitation to work free of the culture being forced on me. I could glance in that northerly direction while sitting with my workbook in school. At twelve years old that was Mellette School in Watertown, South Dakota. The schoolyard was turned away from the prairie that disappeared into the ice and stars, but I could sense its presence and feel better ….and be better prepared to cast a cold eye on the education I was getting. The story of history taught in school was like a loud shirt with a missing sleeve; my beloved unknown land became the Northwest Passage, or the last scene in Dr. Strangelove, or - constantly – sentimental versions of the natives. But I was confident of my escape. I knew that I could point myself northwest after school and I would hear an incoming counter-story. 

Now as an older person I watch the arctic melting. The unknowable top of the world has been meddled with. As a life-long hunter of new culture, I’ve had to move my listening point to increasingly unprecedented scenic views. Now I must find my howling wind in a cubic inch of soil, or a rare bird a thousand miles off its range, or an orgasmic flash of nature in our bed. The northern lights show up in my life on the sly, a gift of intuition, a surprise from an unknown artist, like catching Charley Parker or Jackson Pollock before they got famous. I still believe that my cultural night sky is hiding somewhere, but the escape to freedom is through a shell-game of dazzling space junk. 

The unknowable beasts who once saw human beings as wandering loners in the far distance, tramping through the snow with their guns on their backs – these animals are in flight now like we all are. A few weeks ago, in early May, a roaming female wolf was shot by a farmer in Iowa. The newspapers marveled that the lone wolf got so far south. I wondered if she was searching for her listening point.

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Robobee Inventors

safe_image-9.jpgThe RoboBee inventors are taking the part of the bee that they understand, the non-inertial flight, the 70 wing beats a second, etc. to create their frankenbee. What they don't and cannot understand is how a scout bee returns to the hive and begins her dance, wiggling and waggling, beating her wings 70 times a second, shooting the hive full of pheromone gasses and building a mysterious-to-us map, a three dimensional map created from triangulating the sun, the hive and the foraging flower in the distance... This dance of erotic communication is the Honey Bee being miraculous. In the dark ball of the hive something happens we can't explain. We only see the results: the Honey Bees travel miles to precisely the flower in the scout bee his directed them to. 

The scientists at the RoboBee lab are only taking the dumbest part of the smartest animal. They mimic with their little robot the wing-beats and the non-inertial flight, the mechanical stuff. The mysterious dances in the hive they jettison. Could this because they are financed by the Pentagon, and are actually not building a bee at all, but rather a new tiny drone for futuristic warfare? Yes, the head researcher has received millions from DARPA.

As Earth activists we know that we can only stop these people by discovering the mysterious dance in ourselves. These violent people need some precise dark magic from you and me.

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Up at 6

10411898_10152065683190974_3104839602574205300_n.jpgGot my "Community Service" today for my conviction for preaching in the JP Morgan Chase lobby last September, surrounded by singing extinct Golden Toads. Connecting bank investments to climate change and the extinction wave - that was our novel idea. So I got my gloves and my ID and my paper form and I'm off to the subway with the sleepy commuters. I thought as an act of defiance I would leave you my faithful this picture of preaching in the lobby of the Boston Monsanto headquarters a couple weeks ago. I think their interior decoration resembles their vision of the interior of a corn plant. No biological shapes, no stinking smells, no humor or mystery or sex. Also no evolution, no intruders or "wildness" of any kind and so no nutrition. And the inscrutable architecture reminds me of reflecto-sunglasses that mask any desire. It makes us want to break that "sea of identical details" with singing and shouting and sheer information. This is a cover-up! We know what you are doing! You are sweeping our best souls from their traditional homes into shantytowns. You are chemicalizing eco-systems. You are leaving the bee without a flower. So come down out of your offices, don't such Selfie us. Come out and touch us and laugh with us instead of arresting us. We know that you want to join the resistance to Godsanto's Hell. 

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Beware of the Robobee, Monsanto and Darpa

2014.6.4.Bees.BF.jpgLet's consider for a moment the honey bee and its anticipated replacement, the RoboBee. Let's pay a visit to the frankenbee's parents, Monsanto and DARPA.

The RoboBee is a mechanical bee in the design stage at the Microrobotics Lab, housed in a well-appointed building at Harvard University. The RoboBee project's Intelligence Office declares that the robotic inventors are inspired by the bee. The RoboBee project's website and press releases use the imagery of the golden bees that we remember from our love of the cuddly buzzy honey-maker.

 

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Deperately Praying

"What makes me feel like NPR is stalling, Ted Talks is stalling, Burning Man is stalling, Harvard University is stalling. Democrats, Move On, the Sierra Club and yoga class are stalling. Rihanna, Jay Z, Eminem, and Game of Thrones are stalling. What makes me feel like all celebrities after Richard Pryor, Andy Kaufman and Bill Hicks are stalling, slowing down out of paralyzing fear. Turning to face the past, to love it, to read it for clues like our life is a big nostalgic teleprompter. The NSA and FBI and the Velvet Underground fan club - all stalling to suck hard on that lost past. 

Wars: the biggest stalling tactic, slowing us down, dim-witting us so that we never ask the only question that will save us. Up close it’s the stall of shootings in schools, post offices, movie theaters. Farther away its North Korea, Syria, Ukraine. But are we obligated to hold hands in a circle and improve MSNBC's ratings if we can't breath? We are drowning. 

Oh 200 mile an hour Yolanda winds – hear our desperate prayer. Make us leap like there is a big cat weightless above us. Launch us into fight or flight, into evolution, into desparation to survive. Living on purpose. It seems almost quaint. Earthalujah!

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March Against Monsanto

431832_169236859911383_1841802600_n.pngToday (May 24th Saturday) we will MARCH AGAINST MONSANTO at Union Square, our earth church given the job of welcoming people. I will MC, introducing speakers. It starts at 2 PM on the downtown side of the park, near the inevitable George ... See More
KNOW YOUR HISTORY: Memorial Day was started by former slaves on May, 1, 1865 in Charleston, SC to honor 257 dead Union Soldiers who had been buried in a mass grave in a Confederate prison camp. They dug up the bodies and worked for 2 weeks to give them a proper burial as gratitude for fighting for their freedom. They then held a parade of 10,000 people led by 2,800 Black children where they marched, sang and celebrated.

Thanks to Abstrakt Goldsmith for this nugget of history that most of us never learned in school.
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18 Million Honey Bees

10342505_10152040634405974_2336627085154237789_n-1.jpg18 MILLION HONEY BEES PULL TRUCK OFF 1-95, swarms blocking window displays in London, creating hieroglyphic shapes over 50% off sales. Insects with coordinated strategic attack. The wings beat 80 times a second, non-inertial flight. Drone engineers worship this. But they are turning on us. Unclear who is in charge. How do swarms make decisions? Where is the queen? Monsanto killing the hives as fast as possible. GMO crops with neonicotinoid pesticides squeezed up from the roots, poison in the seedlings, poison out to the tips of the leaves. Honey Bees seem to know this. They are swarming creatively, making crazy figure eights in the sky. What are they doing? In quiet laboratories, micro-robotic scientists are saying: We can make a replacement bee. A RoboBee. The Pentagon paying. Monsanto waiting, wants a pesticide-proof pollinator. But is there still time to make a fake life? The men with their algorithms glowing on screens glance nervously at the windows. Did you hear a buzzing sound?

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Lena Makes A Horse

1014327_10152036800965974_5568581028024831292_n-1.jpgRobobee scientists at the Micro Robotics Lab say "We're INSPIRED by the Honey Bee." And they are spending millions to make a bee, a robot bee. 

Dear Dr. Frankenbee. "Inspired" is exactly what you are not. "In-spirited," is letting in what we can never know about a thing, letting the mystery of it invigorate us, make us sing and shout and make funky sculptures in our kitchens. We want to capture the essence, but not capturing it completely is the point. Copying what is known, making a robot, and letting that kill the living thing? - not very inspiring.

The spirit of a thing is the mystery that surrounds it. I thought Lena created a horse of great power. By running parallel to the horse with her magic reality, she is more apt to not be cruel to the living animal. But Frankenbee - your nano-technological imitation of what is obvious about the Honey Bee - the non-inertial flight, the surveillance of the landscape - this gives DARPA at the Pentagon the insect-drone it has craved for decades. It gives Monsanto its pesticide-proof pollinator, so the real bees can be poisoned as a pest.

The spirit of the animal calls out to us. Let our genius have reverence for miraculous life. We can never make life, but we are given the privilege of being alive in the world of living things. The mysteries inside us might save us, if we can live with the unknown. Do you feel INSPIRED? Then love the Honey Bee that is unknowably alive.

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Harvard Robobee Lab Exorcised

10178031_10152004076915974_2993860374456016557_n-1.jpgThe Queen Bee - this time played by soprano Susannah Pryce - instructed us to take the fruits & vegetables pollinated by Honey Bees to the lab that wants to replace the bees with robots. The scientists of the Micro-Robotics lab were polite as 15 people covered with 5 inch bee dolls and bee-hive like wrappings on their heads, and of course accompanied by a televangelist shouting about extinction and sin, entered their quiet building. The beautiful pollinated watermelons and almonds and apples were arranged around the display case where the would-be bee replacements stood in the light, penny-size sticks with wings. The choir sang, the preacher prayed, and conversations ensued with the inquiring scientists and researchers who came out of the labs wondering what all the commotion was about. The radical bee-lovers left after about a half-hour. There were no arrests. (Rev Billy's sermon is posted elsewhere on this page.)

A second activist church, the 1st Parish UU Church of Bedford, with Rev John Gibbons, joined the Church of Stop Shopping at Harvard & at the next stop, Monsanto. The office building with the devilish pesticide & suicide seed company inside was exorcised from a food court area, with workers looking down, cellphone-photographing, from their office windows. Our visit there was cut short by security and police, but the soul-saving effort was made. 

We returned to New York by midnight, and now turn to final preparations for our Sunday "Honeybeelujah" service at Joes Pub at the Public.

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Put The Move In The Movement

aaaExtinction.jpgEarth scientists are trying to get our attention. Well, that's an understatement – they are apoplectic, waving their arms in the windows of the super mall that our culture has become. Yes, we don't notice them because we're shopping, with iPhones glowing in our faces and white wires in our ears.

The King of the Slow Motion Shoppers is Barack Obama. He's doing the tai chi of total hesitation. He puts off the pipeline. He puts it off until after the apocalypse. In so doing, he encourages all citizens to enter the gradualism of shopping where basic change, structural way-of-life change, is impossible. Shoppers are morphed into Obama-like ditherers, lost in a cloud of alternatives, the product, the packaging, competing prices, warranties, credit, resale value, prestige value, sex life value, status value. Shopping forces upon us its false complexity.

In the last year study after study has been published by a world of natural scientists. The IPCC report from the United Nations is the most famous, but there are many others. These groups of conservation biologists, paleontologists, climatologists, – across the spectrum of disciplines within the natural sciences, add up to an unprecedented gathering of scientists around a single issue, which you might call "Life on Earth."

Each of these learned researchers is reporting the mass death on the island of life that they are studying. Each professor's specialty is dying before her eyes. Thousands of scientists are shouting to us from their coral reefs, wetlands, glaciers, cloud forests and mountain streams, from every conceivable eco-system. They all conclude their reports with the same thundering pronouncements, like a secularized Book of Revelation. "Super storms that will overwhelm economies..." "Migrations from the coastal cities and global south..." "Methane levels like the Permia Extinction of 250 million years ago..."

Our response? As the fires, droughts, floods and storms increase, we are less and less interested. At least in the United States, this is what the pollsters tell us. The climate catastrophe isn't a product that is meeting sales projections. Consumers seem to suffer an attention deficit when it comes to self-induced mortality. It doesn't get the best placement in Walmart's aisle.

And yet, it's strange how in this era of the Sixth Great Extinction, the most popular movie is in the saving-the-world genre. Now it's Captain America. All those Marvel films. A super-hero with fantastic powers saves us from a super villain, the film's stand-in for climate change. Maybe this is the problem.

The apocalypse with the five stars on Amazon isn't the real one. The End-Times with 600 special effects engineers catches our eye, and the actual one with the oceans crushing cities – that's just another disaster in the tabloids.

We shop for our super heroes, but we don't believe that we can be that hero ourselves. Heroes don't suffer from gradualism. We do.

Even the threat of a world that will cut short our childrens' lives isn't enough to motivate us. Something about how we are living has taken our fight or flight mechanism and disabled it.

How do we put the move in the movement? There is no Earth Movement without millions of us moving. How can we possibly estimate what it will take? Let's just say: Millions of heroes will have to be pretty damn heroic. We must move to change how we personally live, and simultaneously challenge institutional power. We'll have to help each other repair those fight or flight evolutionary tools. To get our instruction manuals and repair kits, we'll have to leave our computers and malls and walk back toward the eco-systems where the naturalists are stranded. We'll need to learn some old things from scratch.

Each of us will be called upon to be radical in our own way. A fossil fuel extraction site appears in your kitchen window and you up and chain yourself to a bulldozer. People are doing such things, every day, around the world. Local eco-warriors are being murdered at the rate of two a week. The movement is beginning.

Our leader is the Earth itself. You know how not-gradual a tornado can be when it goes shopping in a big box store full of sweatshop-made CO2-emitting tchotchkes? The Earth is our teacher. The Earth will train us to shout like Typhoon Haiyan. We need to move the ground and make people jump. We must to keep the pressure on with the thoroughness of Lake Cameron in Somerset or implacability of the tourist-killing Tasmanian heat.

Where are the super-heroes for the Earth? That's a trick question. They aren't in the past, or on the silver screen. The heroes aren't "over there." They are here. They are you and I. We're here and are we ready? Of course we are, because we want to live. We're ready to launch an Arctic 30 in every ocean, a Chelsea Manning in every regiment, a Sea Shepherd in every whale hunt, a Wangari Maathi in every clear-cut, a Pussy Riot in every church, a Vandana Shiva on every farm.

I can hear Sam Cooke singing "A Change Is Gonna Come!"

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Bishop Desmond Tutu Speaks

safe_image-10.jpgThat a man of his stature would offer his moral authority to those fighting the fossil fuel industry - this is an important moment in the history of this struggle. Tutu's role in defeat of apartheid is a moral battle within memory, like ACT UP and like the Civil Rights Movement, and so it is instructive for us. A generous gift to us. Then again, we are in a new and different struggle now. The degree to which the government of the African National Congress turned South Africa over to the colonialism of Wall Street - is helpful in another way, as a negative model. And this also informs our Earth Movement.

The Bishop's adoption of the approach of boycott and divestment is as far as he can go in the context of a 700 word Guardian comment piece. It is very important to stop the pipeline. Hurting corporations in the marketplace might work, as far as it goes. But an adjustment in investments won't change our culture - and we have 800 interwoven way-of-life habits that need a tsunami. Ethical shopping, even on the larger scale of sanctions by colleges and churches - it's not enough. Not nearly enough. Without culture change there is no stopping climate change.

We choose to begin our political strategies from the Earth, starting with the survival of species in their habitat. And now we are learning from the Honey Bee. We also have found that social change must start from where we live, in our neighborhoods, with our families. Are prison and immigration reform for the poor, with climate change the college-educated whites' issue? No - climate change kills the poor every day. The Earth Movement must be of, by and for those living on the Earth.

With all due respect to Bishop Tutu, and much respect is due this man, if we're looking for a religious leader who is directly involved with the eco-systems and communities impacted by the pipeline, and who brings all these issue into one whole, we would seek a native mother from Idle No More. Earthalujah!

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Lena Turns Four

10172741_10151958222895974_712208561_n-1.jpgThis morning it is dawn again, Spring again. The students of the Earth say that the sun will keep rising. But Spring will bloom very differently. Lena will live in seasons shifting each year. The silencing of the forests and coral reefs and the roaring of unbelievable storms.

Lena will fall in love. Meet a boy or a girl. Then she will enjoy her personal springtime, the birds singing in her blood. Her love will grow like the life of the Earth as it was for so long. It makes me so happy to imagine it, her heart beating with love like the Earth laughing.

Lena - whatever happens to us - we always whisper to you: "Of all things - Lena your love matters the most. It has the power of the sun coming up. It overwhelms all the shadowy institutions, the poisons and war. May your love have the springtime that the Earth prepared for you.

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Necessary Love

1922276_10151879027990974_1873506107_n.jpgOur lawyers want to use the Necessity Defense for Nehemiah and myself and our trial for the "Golden Toad Invasion" of the Chase Bank last fall. The Necessity Defense says that we are innocent because we had to commit a small crime to prevent a much greater and deadly crime. The Necessity Defense implies that no government or presiding authority is doing anything about the deadly crime of climate change, and that citizens must of necessity defend themselves. JPMorgan Chase is investing in industrial projects that cause climate disruption and ecosystem mortality. Climate change kills millions of people annually. The extinction is accelerating to hundreds of species of life, each week. So we will argue that singing a song about extinction in the lobby of a New York City Chase Bank is a necessity. 

The metaphor often used to explain the Necessity Defense is - forcibly taking a gun from a person who is aiming at someone. But love is the better demonstration. I love you because a greater thing is possible, not because a greater thing must be prevented - and yet when love overwhelms hate - it is prevention, it makes peace. I love you because it will grow into peace, touch, music and more love. By loving, I am preventing violence. The outcome is the same as a skillful theft of a killer's gun. But love is the form of violence prevention that is no longer thought of a practical. World leaders don't talk about it without a sentimental grin on their faces. Love is not necessary.

Aleppo, Syria - the barrel bombs and the 500,000 refugees. The maimed children. The nightmare of it. Where was love when we needed it? When was it necessary? Years ago? And what if we felt it now? Is that suicidally naive? But the inability to imagine the possibly of loving these murderers, loving them until they cannot hate, is leaving the murderer to his murder. This absurd violence goes on and on. We watch this slaughter of innocents and call it "Sectarian violence" or some other lie. It is lovelessness. It is like a vacuum that bursts into flames. The children are engulfed in the flames of lovelessness...

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Biodiversity and People Diversity

64562_10151833464405974_1210302077_n.jpgI was on the phone with a Huffpo writer named Kathleen Kiley who wanted to ask about our relationship to Jerry - the news vendor of Astor Place, a 27 year veteran of this 5 street intersection. The instinctive politics of our singers is that a healthy neighborhood needs lots of different people, who mingle with their rhythms, fashions, language, hips and hair. 

Astor Place was such a place, at the center of the East and West Villages in downtown New York, but then fell on monocultural times as yuppies and logos proliferated. The small shops, flea market and all and any neighborhood eccentrics were pushed into shelters, hospitals or jail. Just as the young college kids that are everywhere now are smoothed and simplified down into the corporate choices of status, youth, power and money. Those are the garments of much of the Astor Place traffic nowadays, except the humble Greek-American Jerry at the news kiosk, the last person that is allowed to stand on the sidewalk and converse in an unhurried way with passersby. 

Jerry is a throwback to the old days of immigrants in the street down in the village, and in his ordinariness he's become a controversy. Jerry has a pace, vantage on life, and his own wisdom. He is like a highly evolved species, a life form, holding forth in a forest that was leveled for cars and careers. 

As Astor became homogeneous, there was no human comedy left to talk serious politics. Am I making sense? And it suddenly dawns on us: the more monocultural we get, the more difficult it is to know instinctively how diversity is also crucial in the natural world. 

The honey bee hive is more like a neighborhood, but to Monsanto the bees are pests, free, uncontrolled, making crazy spiraling designs in the air, in constant communication - they need to be replaced by pesticides and fertilizer, to maintain that single monoculture, that industrial crop, one plant, row upon row, as far as the eye can see. 

Astor Place will die without diversity. Without diversity, that larger intersection, the Earth, will hold silent extinction on its rocks.

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