Well, my initial foray into activism has not turned out as I thought it would. I thought I was signing up to motivate, activate and inform people about one of the worst corporations on the planet, Monsanto. But all that seems to be happening is that Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s are being harrassed for not labeling the foods they sell that contain genetically modified ingredients.
I don’t think it’s their responsibility to do that.
I’ve done a lot of reading about and by long-time environmental activists and the general consensus seems to be that activism has gotten about as screwed up as everything else on this planet.
Why? Because most acitivism still operates under the assumption that our industrial civilization is a thing worth saving; it still operates under the assumption that humans are in control of the natural world, not dependent upon it, and it operates under the assumption that something can actually be done at these very late minutes in the game.
I don’t need Reverand Camping to tell me we’re living in the end times. I’m not expecting Jesus and I’m not meditating my way to Nirvana and I’m not wasting what precious energy I have left on campaigns that have absolutely no chance of making a difference.
What I am doing is enjoying the feel of the sun on my face, even if it is raining radiation, and I’m enjoying the sounds of the birds while they’re still singing, and I’m loving my family and friends, and I’m grateful for each day the monkey that’s been on my back forever seems to have moved on.
I try very hard not to scream when someone asks me what kind of car I drive or comforts me with the fact that it probably all won’t come crashing down in our lifetime.
And I’ll attend my beautiful niece’s graduation tonight and pray that I am wrong. It would be an understatement to say it wouldn’t be the first time.