The question we need to ask ourselves at this moment is what further provocations we require to justify digging in our heels. To put the question more pointedly: Are we willing to wait until the next presidential election, or for some interim congressional conversion experience, knowing that if we do wait, hundreds of our sons and daughters will be needlessly destroyed? Another poet, César Vallejo, framed the question like this:
A man shivers with cold, coughs, spits up blood.Will it ever be fitting to allude to my inner soul? . . .A cripple sleeps with one foot on his shoulder.Shall I later on talk about Picasso, of all people?A young man goes to Walter Reed without a face. Shall I make an appointment with my barber? A female prisoner is sodomized at Abu Ghraib. Shall I send a check to the Clinton campaign?
Garret Keizer said that in Harper‘s. Read the whole thing.
Axé.
The apathy is worse than the victim blaming.
I really like the article — just read the whole thing, finally. But where is the victim blaming?
Will re-read tomorrow and reconsider.