Hidden in plain sight
It's gotten to be a Saturday morning ritual. (Do not be alarmed, fellow Friends. It's a non-religious ritual.) I get up and do some serious reading on the Web while drinking my morning coffee. My job has become too hectic --a meeting at this hour, squeezing in work on a report the next hour ... each of my working hours spoken for by the boss or a colleague for some task or other. So sitting in front of my laptop for a couple of hours of reading, actually sitting in one place doing one thing and not worrying about an obligation that will come due when the minute hand reaches twelve again, is a luxury and a pleasure.
OK, so most of this time is spent reading liberal-ass websites. Forgive my un-Quakerly language, but I just don't know how else to express it. Websites like Commondreams, the Huffington Post, etc. If you want the links, you'll find them to the left. This morning I just discovered a new one: Peninsula Peace and Justice Center's website. Another peace website. I belong to a local peace group. And two anti-torture groups. And the longer I sit in front of my laptop, the more of these groups I uncover. Like the Jesus Gospel site ... remember him? the guy who said that we should love our enemies and bless those who curse us?
And I just found a new commentator, a columnist from Maine, one Christopher Cooper , who minces no words about how pathetic our country's leadership is and how there's little difference between the Republicans and the Democrats.
So I ask myself: with all of us out there, members of this or that peace group who organize and get out the vote, why this war-mongering State, why our elected representatives who cannot deliver a bill to the President and dig their heels in, ready to override his veto and end this horrible war?
How many peace vigils have I participated in since 2001...how many letters written to the President, the vice-president, the Secretary of State, my senators and representatives...how many letters to the editor of my local newspapers? All for the three-ring circus that passes for debate in Congress and that results in no change whatsoever. And how many others like me do this?
Are we really invisible, we who hunger and thirst for justice?
Or perhaps...have we not made enough personal sacrifices?