I didn’t forget, I was just late. I went through a few choices, and then I came up with this as a result of the continued barrage of news of the world.
I’m not the only one with distress and disgust over life around me. I saw at least two other LJ posts saying so, not to mention my friends in real life who are so afflicted. Police exercise extreme powers and are unchecked and unaccountable. Most of the victims are African Americans, which reinforces the centuries-old racism of America, though not all victims are. Beloved figures go years assaulting women and only belatedly, if at all, pay the cost, and that’s just a few of the men who victimize women; too many get away with it completely. My country, of which I am supposed to be uncommonly proud, just admitted it tortured people, illegally and pointlessly, yet some of its leaders and I’m sure their followers dispute the reports while saying they would do it again. Congress gives the store away to banks, oil companies, and other American oligarchs. Meanwhile, we continue to be involved in a Middle Eastern conflict we do not understand, with almost no possible chance of a positive outcome for anyone. But none of this matters, because soon millions of the planet’s citizens will be killed or displaced due to climate changes that our leaders, corporate and political, refuse to make any commitments to mitigating.
Yeah. I am the backseat driver from America. I am not at the wheel of control. I am guilty, I am war, and I am the root of all evil. And I can’t drive on the left side of the road.
Twenty-five years since Nanci Griffith wrote that song, and our kids still have no place to go.