I was at the Vigil.
First off, it was cold - not freezing cold, but cold just the same. The rain, much more than a mist and much less than a drenching downpour, made things seem much colder - while the wind pushed the dark cold through the huddled crowd of three, maybe four, dozen protestors. The wind harsh enough that the few lit candles present had to be hand cradled in order to keep them alight. No one was smiling.
The crowd seemed so much different than the first candlelight vigil I attended (a few days before the full moon of March, 2003). It seemed beaten down by another year of blood, another year of administration lies, another year of stories of forgotten soldiers struggling with the effects of the Bush-Cheney folly. Another year of no one knowing how to end it.
In between the recitation of stories about the effects of Bush's war on some real American families, there was little optimism, little hope that what Bush had wrought on the land could easily be fixed.
Just more of the same - more death, more suffering, more lies to paper it all over.
What hope there was, seemed as fragile as any one of the flickerings that strugged to stay lit in the cold evening wind of a Pittsburgh early-Spring.
The Legacy of George W. Bush. 43rd (and worst) President of these United States of America.
On the Vigil.
ReplyDelete"Just more of the same - more death, more suffering, more lies to paper it all over.
What hope there was, seemed as fragile as any one of the flickerings that strugged to stay lit in the cold evening wind of a Pittsburgh early-Spring."
That was beautiful and very sad. On this good Friday, weather you believe the story of Jesus or not, this is what led to his crucifiction. Hatred and fear. Let's open another kind of dialog here. I have read,(I don't remember where, or who said it) that "anger is a mask for fear". If we confront our fears, we might get subdue our anger. Sincerity.