Usually when I begin to write; words come more quickly than I can type....which is why I leave words out sometimes. Words escape me now and I don't know why. I will explore it, as I write. First I'll post a picture to stall for time. Do you see me in the crowd?
We the people (pun) working on the 'Let's Document the Rally' committee-and-put-it-on-you-tube-later and see what happens......were meeting at 9:30 at the front entrance of the American Indian Museum right across from the National Mall. We had been having meetings online through "webinar" and "gotomeeting.com" but we had not met until the night before for cocktails; which lasted so long that I missed my bus and had to take a $40.00 cab back to my RV Park and my sweet and devoted, TaZzi.
Perhaps I had no more than 3 hours of sleep. I set the alarm on my phone (had never done that before) but didn't rely on it. The daylight wakes me up but it stays dark until about 8 or 9 in this weather. I had it set for 5:30 as I still had to pack my backpack and put all my set up forms, camera, clip board, pens, phone in its little (so organized pockets) that I can never find anything. Oh, the phone did go off ... but I was already awake.
Had plenty of time to dress, feed and walk TaZzi and lie to her when I said I'll be right back..... and pack even beating the bus by about 10 minutes. Enough time to meet the people heading to the rally. We talked about where we were from and took some pictures. The first people I met had signs and they were from California .... Carmel (about 40 minutes from Santa Cruz where I sometimes live.)
First to arrive (as usual) at our meeting spot, I found a place to set up...a bit away from the crowd since we had equipment. Shawn came with his tri-pod, camera and more set up stuff, then another couple arrived. with their tri-pod and camera. We shared our forms, then split up in order to have access to more people and because we didn't have lots of space. We had preplanned questions to ask attendees and Shawn and I began the process with our name tags, our press passes, and our media release forms..... we were quite official looking.
|My name tag is my only proof I was really there...no pictures of me. Many were taken and I was recorded by a few cameras and videos while I was interviewing...but who knows where they are......perhaps they'll show up somewhere.|
We will share our footage, our interviews, our photos, videos and Shawn will produce a data base with all the information and we can put together what we choose. I think that's what he said. Does that sound right? I know nothing about that data base process stuff.
|Some posters were creative|
|My favorite poster|
|Pretty cool costume|
|These kids have the right idea|
|Shawn (video man, documentarian, partner)|
Just can't get IT out of my system!
Just what was IT!
Jon and Stephen said it wasn't a political rally.
Some have compared it to Woodstock.
I just heard Charles Krauthammer say it was culturally irrelevant.
For me it was beyond comedy or politics or an excuse for a party.
The rally was the essence of human beauty..... gathered in one space to share kindness, love, joy, gratitude....to two wonderful men who are creative enough to do their comedy in a caring, funny, satirical way, with a whole lot of truthiness.....and they knew how to make it happen. After their announcement for a rally....it just unfolded in a miraculous way.
I am so thankful that they used their talents in this most unusual, amazing and powerful way to serve their country. It kind of took me back to the days of Will Rodgers. Wait, I'm not that old. I knew by going, it would have to be the right thing by the way I processed my change of plans. I was preparing for the Baja when I heard about the rally and couldn't shake my passion to go. It unfolded beautifully and it was one of those times in your life when you feel like.....YES! I'm riding that horse in the right direction ... .and I am one with that horse. So happy am I that I had the freedom to change my mind, have almost enough money to do the trip, and supportive family and friends to discuss it with me.
No matter what the critics say and no matter how much it is analyzed about the whats and the whys, I am and will stay inspired by what was quite possibly the largest chill-out, sit-in, abstract-yet-concrete-irreverent peace-in, I will ever attend.
|Thanks again, Jon and Stephen|
I'm thinking that Charles Krauthammer may be wrong...first time! (smiles) The Rally is and I predict will be socially relevant.
The Rally To Restore Sanity: Stewart's Closing Speech
The final speech. I thought it was a great message.
“I can’t control what people think this was. I can only tell you my intentions. This was not a rally to ridicule people of faith or people of activism or to look down our noses at the heartland or passionate argument or to suggest that times are not difficult and that we have nothing to fear. They are and we do. But we live now in hard times, not end times. And we can have animus and not be enemies.
But unfortunately one of our main tools in delineating the two broke. The country’s 24 hour political pundit perpetual panic conflictinator did not cause our problems but it’s existence makes solving them that much harder. The press can hold it’s magnifying up to our problems bringing them into focus, illuminating issues heretofore unseen or they can use that magnifying glass to light ants on fire and then perhaps host a week of shows on the sudden, unexpected dangerous flaming ant epidemic.
If we amplify everything we hear nothing. There are terrorists and racists and Stalinist and theocrats but those are titles that must be earned. You must have the resume. Not being able to distinguish between real racists and Tea Partiers or real bigots and Juan Williams and Rick Sanchez is an insult, not only to those people but to the racists themselves who have put in the exhausting effort it takes to hate. Just as the inability to distinguish terrorists from Muslims makes us less safe not more. The press is our immune system. If we overreact to everything we actually get sicker and perhaps eczema.
And yet with that being said I feel good—strangely, calmly good. Because the image of Americans that is reflected back to us by our political and media process is false. It is us through a fun house mirror and not the good kind that makes you look slim in the waist and maybe taller, but the kind where you have a giant forehead and an ass shaped like a month old pumpkin and one eyeball.
So, why would we work together? Why would you reach across the aisle to a pumpkin assed forehead eyball monster? If the picture of us were true of course our inability to solve problems would actually be quite sane and reasonable. Why would you work with Marxists actively subverting our Constitution or racists and homophobes who see no one’s humanity but their own? We hear every damn day about how fragile our country is—on the brink of catastrophe—torn by polarizing hate and how it’s a shame that we can’t work together to get things done, but the truth is we do. We work together to get things done every damn day!
The only place we don’t is here or on cable TV. But Americans don’t live here or oncable TV. Where we live our values and principles form the foundation that sustains us while we get things done not the barriers that prevent us from getting things done. Most Americans don’t live their lives solely as Democrats, Republicans, Liberals or Conservatives. Americans live their lives more as people that are just a little bit late for something they have to do—often something that they do not want to do—butthey do it. Impossible things every day that are only made possible by the little reasonable compromises that we all make.
Look on the screen this is where we are this is who we are. (points to the Jumbotron screen which show traffic merging into a tunnel). These cars—that’s a schoolteacher who probably thinks his taxes are too high. He’s going to work. There’s another car-a woman with two small kids who can’t really think about anything else right now. There’s another car swinging I don’t even know if you can see it—the lady’s in the NRA. She loves Oprah. There’s another car—an investment banker, gay, also likes Oprah. Another car’s a Latino carpenter. Another car a fundamentalist vacuum salesman. Atheist obstetrician. Mormon Jay-Z fan. But this is us. Every one of the cars that you see is filled with individuals of strong belief and principles they hold dear—often principles and beliefs in direct opposition to their fellow travelers.
And yet these millions of cars must somehow find a way to squeeze one by one into a mile long 30 foot wide tunnel carved underneath a might river. Carved, by the way, by people who I’m sure had their differences. And they do it. Concession by conscession. You go. Then I’ll go. You go then I’ll go. You go then I’ll goOh my God, is that an NRA sticker on your car? Is that an Obama sticker on your car? Well, that’s okay—you go and then I’ll go.
And sure, at some point there will be a selfish jerk who zips up the shoulder and cuts in at the last minute, but that individual is rare and he is scorned and not hired as an analyst.
Because we know instinctively as a people that if we are to get through the darkness and back into the light we have to work together and the truth is, there will always be darkness. And sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t the promised land.
Sometimes it’s just New Jersey. But we do it anyway, together.
If you want to know why I’m here and want I want from you I can only assure you this: you have already given it to me. You’re presence was what I wanted.
Sanity will always be and has always been in the eye of the beholder. To see you here today and the kind of people that you are has restored mine. Thank you."