I just finished watching most of a documentary called “The U.S. vs. John Lennon.” I say “most” because the dvd kept skipping at about 2/3 of the way in so I gave up trying to finish it.
It was fascinating. What I saw of it, anyway. It covered history at a time when I was alive but not very aware.
No, I wasn’t a pothead. I wasn’t tripping on acid.
I was 3.
As in, years old.
But that period of our history has always fascinated me. So much so, that when I was in high school (wearing tie dye and walking around barefoot and protesting the god-awful hot lunches) my friends would often say I was born in the wrong era.
At various times of my life and for various issues, I have swung both sides of the political spectrum. Sometimes more left, sometimes more right. Usually hovering somewhere in the middle.
I love peace. I want peace. I pray for peace.
Make love, not war.
Wrapping my head around why war is necessary? Very difficult for me.
And for some of you.
But not everyone. There are bullies out there. And the self-righteous. People afflicted with severe tunnel vision. And people who will think their way is the only way until the day they die. And they’re even willing to die trying to make you and me think the way they think.
History has taught us that.
I remember a recent discussion with my husband about the wars around the world. In Iraq, Afghanistan, Sudan and the Mexican drug wars. I said, “If we could just declare peace why can’t the killing just stop? What if we truly did practice the non-violence messages of Ghandi, King and Lennon?” My husband shook his head, “That would mean everyone would have to agree with you. And they won’t. You have to defend yourself. Look where it got the Tibetans.”
All we are saying, is give peace a chance.
A beautiful, amazing, wonderful, glorious message. The problem is, everyone has to be on board. Everyone has to be willing to compromise. And compromise is difficult. Because then no one is happy. Each involved has given up something for the greater good. Leaving the perfect opening, the perfect opportunity for dissent to rear its ugly head and stir up conflict again.
As short-sighted as I believe some peace-loving, political activists can be – their message is perfect, simple and pure. And their efforts to swing everyone their way is difficult but, oh, so admirable.
What saddens me, is how futile their efforts seem 40 years later.
When Jane Wishes Upon A Star
(To celebrate her high school graduation, my daughter and I are on a little hiatus together. A mother/daughter hiatus. I will be posting some of my favorite posts in the interim. Enjoy!)
I wish I had all the time to read every blog I want to read, with plenty of time to make deep, thoughtful comments and the time to write amazing posts of my own.
I wish I hadn’t have spent $75 on a massage that was just so-so from someone fresh out of massage school. I thought I was saving money. But it was so not worth it.
I wish I didn’t use the word “so” so much. (Whoops! I did it again, Brittany!)
I wish I could turn back time and snuggle my babies when they were babies again.
I wish the mess in the Gulf had never happened and I worry about all the wildlife choking on the filth.
I wish more than a fifth of all Americans, such as, COULD locate, like Iraq and South Africa such as everywhere like, the United States on a map. (I’m sorry to make fun of her again. But it is still funny.)
I wish whenever I was stuck for a blog post idea the writing prompts I look up actually inspired me.
I wish I had a pa-pa-pa-poker face.
I wish all the food that tastes so good had the negative calories of celery.
I wish Diet Coke didn’t taste like….Diet.
I wish every blogger out there (especially the ones who read my humble blog) lots of traffic and lots of fabulous post ideas.
I wish I could win the lottery. Of course, I suppose I should at least play the lottery first. (Which I’ve never done. Ever. Can you believe it?)
I wish I knew what my writing gift was. I wish I could decide what I do best and run with it.
I wish everyone out there a happy, happy Memorial Day. I wish everyone protecting our freedom and the freedom of others a safe arrival home. And if you’re missing someone who has died I wish you peace in your heart.
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