Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.*
One day the little red chicken was scratching around in the dirt and an acorn fell on her head. She got the distinct impression that the sky was falling but, being a chicken, she continued to do her usual dirt-scratching thing and, wonder of wonders, she came across a grain of hope. She started squawking about the falling sky to anybody who’d listen (and even those who wouldn’t). She began frantically sending e-mails and posting blog entries to try to reach the king’s court (the king himself being non compos and not particularly receptive). She asked all the other farm animals, especially the ostriches, to help her plant her grain of hope, grow it, reap it, and turn it into something good they all could share.
“Not I,” said the duck.
Fuck the duck. Check out CODEPINK, a women’s peace movement (boys can play too). They’ve organized the Occupation Project, a campaign of sustained nonviolent civil disobedience to end war funding. Or see the elegantly simple global warming protest that Step It Up has organized for April 14th.
I’ve collected more protest options for Americans on the go at Bite-sized Activism.
And I sent an e-mail to the Speaker of the House yesterday. Did you?
*Orwell, 1984