The CEO of the industrial ag giant that brought us Agent Orange, PCB's, bovine growth hormones, honey-bee killing neonicotinoids, suicide seeds and all the rest... spoke of his frustration with the bad reputation of Monsanto in the New Yorker last year, in the piece which attempted to assassinate the character of Vandana Shiva. This reminds us of Blackwater USA's attempted escape from its homicidal reputation by taking the completely mysterious name of "Xe".
Monsanto you cannot escape and you won't. GMO farming will be defeated by the Earth's natural powers, as expressed through the humans who join the Earth in the defense of wildness, health, and food free of corporate manipulations and fossil fuels. YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!
The strange eery quiet of American self-censoring is broken by the veteran rocker Neil Young. When I was a kid singer-songwriters and comedians were the heralds of change. And Neil Y was one of them! Now, here in 2015, he connects Starbucks to Monsanto GMO & toxic pesticides in a straightforward way. The is a rudimentary lesson in moral action. His rock lyrics are rhyming common sense. Neil Young is a special artist and his politics, working with Daryl Hannah - is right on time, just in the nick of time. Neil-a-alujah! We're gonna buy your "The Monsanto Years" album and we'll stay out of Starbucks.
https://www.change.org/p/ban-glyphosate-the-main-ingredient… Our project is rooted in the old withdrawal of services tactic that we learned from civil rights, labor, sweatshop activism. Now Monsanto receives this theater of democracy, with its glyphosates and neonicotinoids - these alarming toxins that this company has developed. These petitions are a way for us to find out who is on board, share conatct info - to begin relationships. But for us, we also want to bring our performances, our singing, preaching and gyrating holy spirit - to the sites where the toxins are delivered. RoundUp on the shelves of Home Depot is the low-hanging fruit. The bankers who finance Monsanto's projects and the trucks that ship of the stuff, the Park Department's shed where the sprayers are stored - we'll be there with a hexing prayer!
In our posse of singing-activists, we find "consensual hypnosis" in America. People get lost in these ghosty labyrinths and are fundamentalists when we get out. Militarism and consumerism - Americans are hunted by these systems on a daily basis. Right-wing apocalyptic Christianity overlaps with the other isms, like inert chemicals that make a toxin like Glyphosate more persistent in the soil. We seek to break up these hypnotizers with song, polemics of joy, unashamed love in all its genders, education about Devils...
I'm thinking about non-thinking this morning, after our 5 week tour is completed, because of Monsanto and BP's strategies. The marketing of falsehoods in the case of these companies is so extreme that they resemble cults. How Monsanto explains away Agent Orange thru sentimental patriotism, even as Viet Namese children are living without limbs - you know that bad mind-magic is their corporate world. The enormity of the Whiting Refinery yesterday has another side: lies as big as their smokestacks. BP's talk about tearing down the sacrifice community of Marktown to make "green space," a vengeful fiction.
They don't care if they are unbelievable. They create a general field of confusion, as important as the barbed wire around their toxic furnaces. We aim our unconfused joyful song at them, betting that a single person within their offices, wavering, has a dream.
Marktown, Indiana is a sacrifice community surrounded by the tar sands refinery owned by BP. The choir and I met with about 60 local residents. The violence they have in their lives - we spent the first half hour asking questions, looking into eyes, listening, hugging. Of course the preacher had to preach, but the testimonies of Marktown people were so moving, it made the songs more passionate, like a town hall meeting turned into a musical. At the end we gathered in a big circle and prayed for health and radical change - that Marktown would flourish and the refinery would be shut down. It is a toxic monster, the local mortality is hard to take in.... and it's those same corporations again, BP and the Koch Bros. the most conspicuous owners. Then we walked across the highway onto refinery property and got in as close as we dared and sent one last prayer, or was it a curse?
And so the FASTER, MONSANTO DIE! DIE! tour continues as the choir and I take the PATH train to Exchange Place, Jersey City. The show is Friday night at 7 PM and its FREE! https://www.ticketfly.com/…/849545-reverend-billy-his-stop…/
After Hurricane Sandy the famed independent radio station WFMU rebuilt a theater into the first floor of its headquarters at 43 Montgomery, and called it Monty Hall, after the permanently smiling game show host of the 60's and 70's. We will be live on the WFMU signal from 7 to 8 PM, so we have to land our show at 59 minutes. I guess we'll take the stage with a huge clock.
But what if the hip-shaking Earthalujah spirit takes us into flight? Well, we'll have to come to and get realistic at 7:59. Or the show's host "Billy Jam" can leave us in flight by grabbing the mike and saying goodnight while we writhe in the eternal mosh pit of the spirit.
I always wanted to be Wile E. Coyote, unknowingly running off the cliff. Wiley then sees a little farm far below him and knows that he will die a horrible death, and begins to fall. But then, he FALLS UP... That's what we'll do Friday. We will fall into the sky.
I don't want to USA you. UK you or EURO you.
Monsanto you or Koch-choke you.
Disney you or Walmart you.
All I really want to do - do - do
Is yang dang doodle the night through.
I don't want to GMO you. GE you or Google you.
Round Up you or Apple you.
Rehab you or God Almighty you.
All I really want to do - do - do
Is yang dang doodle the night through.
The mechanical zombies walk and talk and shit and jay-walk to work. What I mean is - what you do to nature you do to yourself.
If you plant toxic seeds and kill everything that is wild, and only encourage the growth of super-steroidal monster plants that make money, then that is what you become yourself. Monsanto's executives are mechanical zombies, robots for sale. They spray and inject in the soil millions of tons of carcinogenic nonsense chemicals test-tubed from fossil fuels, then when the honey bees begin to die (bee hives are the holy spirit, are a large rose, are the blankets of love wrapped around the seed of life) - the robots in suits start a Bee Health Institute.
You see, Monsanto believes that Americans are zombies too. They think that we don't notice. They don't believe we feel betrayed and weary from the lies of commercial democracy. And they don't think that we will sting them.
What’s my magic trick? What am I doing that makes me predictable and non-impactful (dead) and what could I do to resurrect from it? A good day to look out at devastation that the world has become and get brazenly creative about what might be my own Edward Snowden, my own Arctic 30, my own Pussy Riot.
Each of us has an amazing thing we can do. And if you want to join a group and not be a loner hero – pick the right group, one that might have in them the big crazy Occupy or Iguala or Hong Kong or Ferguson. Like this: who will stop glyphosate spraying? Clue: March Against Monsanto is May 23rd this year.
Because there is no doubt that we are in a dangerous slowdown in activism right now. Since the Peoples Climate March – have you noticed? Culture generally seems so dull and slow. My liberal friends are victims of NPR-like mildness. Countries are shrinking back to the most minor stories, like soccer scores and celebrity divorces. BUT JUST BECAUSE GREENLAND IS BLACK DOESN’T MEAN WE SHOULD GIVE UP.
The Earth should not have to step up and give us another Sandy to activate us. We can go out on the front steps and look at our neighborhood with fresh radical eyes. We might see a Chase Bank or HSBC or UBS on the corner. They are top investors in CO2 emissions. They are a Devil to throw down the hole. That’s a cross for the big die-and-fly!
By which I mean, for instance, all these hipsters in their skinny pants and tattoos stand at the ATMs of these murderers. They need a severe GOTCHA, am I right? Yes, that might be a resurrection. A breakthrough! A shocker! A rise to the STATE OF EXALTED EMBARRASSMENT! What a coming back to life! What a beautiful springtime! Earthalujah!
You don't know when it will happen, then suddenly you stop on the sidewalk and it dawns on you, "Oh, this is the kind of life I've chosen to live!" I'm arrested again and again lately, the last time handcuffed within minutes of beginning to speak. Then the jail and the judge and it dominates my family and my community of singing-activists...
Now it's two days after the last surreal trial, where they dropped the charges while telling the judge that "He waves his arms in the air and shouts loudly." I'm still groggy from the whole thing. Long slow walks in Prospect Park are good. Reading books to (5 years old on Monday) Lena: VERY good. The Lorax was last night's nighty-night read. She was asleep before the last Truffula tree was felled by the Super-Axe-Hacker.
Trying to breathe and see straight after the professional violence of New York City, I look at my calendar. Oh, we're starting a radio show on Pacifica, I'm writing a book for City Lights, we're off on a European tour with 15 singers, then off to Chicago with 30 singers... All this all at once. April and May. Impossible! Oh, but this is the life I have chosen to live. Earthalujah!