http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIPG2_gy_XU
I hardly know what to say about this except that I didn't
see it clearly until yesterday afternoon.
It's been a source of deep motivation for me for years, as I've been
more dumbfounded, month after month, in my experience of the DC activist clubs,
and more recently the environmental Armageddon activist club, my brothers and
sisters all. But it was only yesterday,
afternoon late, that recent experiences caused the clarity for me - that
somewhere between the late 60s in the mid-70s a universal decision was made
among US activists: Nothing is worth
our lives. Nothing is worth our death. Nothing is worth our lives in prison; nothing
is worth dying for. No one is worth
dying for except of course for immediate family, maybe.
Isn't this nice and convenient? It so neatly reduces the risk that we would
actually die for something, rank cowardice.
No other explanation.
We cloaked the decision in a hideous bastardization of the
word nonviolence. How did this happen?
Who thought of this? The
nonviolence where repeatedly Gandhi and others put themselves on self-imposed
death threat through hunger strike, that nonviolence? King, that kept he and his biological family
under death threat his entire life. That
King, that nonviolence? That's where
nonviolence came from - risk no one's death on any account? Oh my God.
What hideous, deadly cowardice. What unilateral disarmament of all hope,
of potent unviolent action.
I categorically reject that there's no one that's worth my
life, and that there's no cause that's worth my life. I reject that as the rank, intellectually,
and morally bankrupt cowardice, that it is.
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