I suppose you
can't say Joe Lieberman is entirely out of the race to succeed himself
as senator from Connecticut, but his conquering-hero image has been
delightfully tarnished by Ned Lamont's victory in the Democratic
Party primary. I know that one swallow does not a summer make, but
this event has brought me around from my long-held position of non-cooperation
with the system (Don't vote; it only encourages them) to a just-this-once
strategy of going to the polling place to help roll out as many
bums as possible.
I say vote
against all incumbents (this ought to hold right down to dogcatcher
and school board member). I wish there were a line on the ballot
for each set of contestants: "None of the above; leave the
office open until the next election," but that is too much
to hope for.
aside, the thing to dream of is a Democratic Congress. One party
rule has proved a terrible thing under the crazed Republicans, as
it will always prove under any group allied in robbing the public
till and largely unopposed in the public assemblies. Believe me,
it is not that I see Democrats as a set of Lochinvars coming to
our rescue, but at least they are not more of the Republican gang
who think they must forever pull the forelock to George the Great.
A kick in the pants for G. the G. is more like it. The dear boy
has earned it a thousand times over.
You may say
that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. A whole bunch of people
I'd hate to have to ask to dinner are working the same front: Move-on,
Michael Moore, many others. I don't follow what they are all up
to. But the hue and cry is beginning to be up at last: get Bush
(Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice, and the innumerable war-mongering neocons)
hemmed in and cut down. Get these insane war and debt policies reversed.
Take us out of the Universal War column, and enter us in the Peace
column. And study to find a way to repair the damages of this so-far
six-year term of lunacy we have brought on ourselves.
That is, let
us rejoin the human race and let the world know that not every American
is ugly, not every American is a killer, not every American supports
endless, unjust, aggressive war.
. . mankind is indeed one great family . . ."
rejoices when bugles sound war
when A invades B to get what B's got
and glosses it over with high-sounding words
lying to boys that war brings glory
knowing it brings only death and shame
plus gorgeous profits for mostly older men.
sleep on, trusting all's for the best
sleep on, sleep on, ignoring the truth
that in all wars brother kills brother,
Cain and Abel endlessly repeated.
All our "races"
are but one race
and God weeps because these, his precious creatures,
slake their lust by killing brothers
forgetting or denying that God within is like for all
the true Light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world.
One lie from
hell urging to murder.
White [send him mail]
writes from Odessa, Texas. He is the author of Bill
W., A Different Kind of Hero: The Story of Alcoholics Anonymous
and the newly-published Lost
in the Texas Desert.