May Day, May Day, May Day
Well I never thought I'd see the day when CNN the alpha monster of corporate media, picked up a story and referenced it from the news component of www.infoshop.org (anarchist news and information). And now BBC too!!The story was about the day of economic disruption for "A Day Without Immigrants", and I'll be looking forward to see what happens.
Mayday is usually a big deal in many parts of the world, I'm hoping canadians will be inspired by our neighbours to the south, standing up to the ruling elites.
This link will probably be busy (if you haven't already seen it). It's a live stream of an Eagle's nest, with two eggs that are about to hatch.
Below are some photos of our trip to Chebucto Head. Thanks to Patrick and Brigitte who invited us to Cape Split. We'll definetly take you up next time, we made our minds at the last minute to head out on this one.This is probably one of our last posts before Eabha turns Two!! Her birthday is May 8.
I'm substituting again tomorrow, so I've got to scam.
John D
posted by Eabha the Kiwi @ 9:01 PM
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3 Comments:
So you really think this work boycott was worth somethin'? -- Jess.
Hey there Jess.
I guess it depends on what you mean by "worth something".
Was The Cause Worth It?
Do I think that supporting immigrants everywhere and celebrating in a time honoured tradition of working class solidarity and resistance is worth it.....ooohhhhh yeah!
Was The Action Tactically Effective Enough That The Organizing Efforts Were Worth It?
Well, as of noon on Mayday...time will tell! It certainly has grabbed headlines in corporate media.
What does everyone else think?
- John D
Hey JD and Emily, I wrote this poem for Eabha today, and also for the both of you. I don't know if it's okay that I posted it. but I thought I would anyways.
I hope you enjoy it
Small Hope
I look around and see nothing but
hopeless faces and eyes glued to cement
in fear of finding a glint in others.
Across the street womyn shout later regreted
words and angery nothings about something that
is completely alien to me. Men reev their cars
and honk abnoxiously at the their targets and their
game. The buildings crumble and the side walks
crack, the trees fall and the forests burn. I can feel
my eyes swell with tears threating to flood my face
with their burning sensations one by one.
But in my hand I hold a smaller one. I look to the
eyes that own the hand. They are round and spark
thoughts and curiousity darting from one object to
another. She looks up at me. Her small laughter
booms inside my heart beating the walls and sending
shivers of hope through my veins. My eyes swell with more tears. But instead each drop that falls will
represent to her every bead of hope she sparks for me.
There is no judegment in her mind. Just a genuine curiousity to learn about everything and everyone. She does not mind that we are different, She sees me as a teacher, some one, a source for her to draw from. She sees every tree, crack in the road, sun rise and sun set as something new from every other one. She lives second by second. Her days are vibrant because her eyes and mind are vibrant and they are not bogged down with the stress and bullshit that the rest of us are filled to the brim with. I try to flush it from my system. but some will never leave me, no matter how I try. She is so lucky. I tell her that. Her parents every day fight to ensure she will be free from the same oppressions and stresses our generation experienced.
Two years she has roamed this earth. Though you'd never know if you only heard her wisdom and felt her spirit like all of us who are close to her. She knows to not judge, she knows to not hold grudges, she is friendly and honest with all the people who enter her life. She does not waist her time remembering people who would rather harm and try and train and tame her. those people she washes from her memory with out a second thought. Her mind is only filled with people she cares about. Not like the rest of us. The rest of us adults aren't brave enough to step outside the social norms. We remember every thing. Even if it is only harmful to us. Because if we do not we will be considered rude. We let others deciede this for us. But not her. She admires the people she loves, and forgets about the people who add nothing to her life. Something the rest of us are still learning to do.
She, and every other small child that is learning and practising the new world that is essential for freedom is another blow to capitalism, racism, sexism, hate, greed, consumerism and oppression. They will grow from the seeds of hope to the trees and be the forest that fills our earth full with what is nessacary to build a new, stronger, healthier world.
I spend any second and any moment I can with her. She may not know it, but she is my teacher. She prepares me for my own day of bringing in new life, she reminds me of all the hope that some day our world will hold, she shows me positivity in some of the hardest times. I teach her a few things that are just something basic and good to know. In return she continues to be the source of positivity, hope, and learning that no school, book, theory, movement could offer. She to me is more than just a special little human that fills my life. She is a small example of what our future will hold.
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