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Driving to Chicago

Filed By Ed Team | May 31, 2005 6:16 PM | comments

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Driving is a therapeutic activity for me. Lately, due to George W. and his war championing higher gas prices, I haven't been seeing my therapist as often. But I hit my wall the other night and decided "Damn the torpedoes!", literally, I'm driving. One of the variables I like about driving is I have options. They may not seem like a lot, but they're options. I tend to look to the prophet Bob Seger for direction when I get behind the wheel:

Stood alone on a mountain top, starin out at the Great Divide
I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin'

Roll me away, I'm gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rolling, gotta keep ridin', keep searching till I find what's right.

Might seem like empty words to some; but for me, they have taken me to each of the Continental States, Canada, Mexico, Europe and now planted my backside here in Indiana. Initially, I believed I came here to be closer to my Mom after a long absence. After four years in this godforsaken landscape, I realized, as always, there is a purpose to everything. My brother and best friend, Michele, back in Seattle, had to point it out to me; but what's new, we rarely see ourselves so raw. My purpose is this backyard bonanza of politics that is going on here. My word, I feel I'm back in Texas in the 60's watching the unfairness of one eight year old girl being denied access to a skating ring due to the color of her skin. My mother, bless her, stood there trying to appeal to the owner's greed and told him he would be refunding the money of the fifty kids plus who had already gone through the door. He was defiant, but my mother more so. Don't mess with that woman!

So now, either through genetics or fate, I'm taking a stand. I knew it would catch up with me, just as my sibling and friend knew. This is my place. Indiana is not my home. I wasn't born here, I don't wish to retire here. But I'm taking a stand for the rights of all who love it so!

ARE YOU?

KIFAYA! It's an Arabic word for "Enough!".

When are you going to say "Enough!"? When are YOU going to take that stand? When it's too late and there is no one left to stand with you as Martin Neimollar stated. What bugs you? I-69? Higher Taxes? The War? The passage of SJR7? The failure of the City council to pass the Human Rights Ordinance? Pick one! Pick what is your passion and get involved. Everyday that you leave it to someone else, is a day that you will rue as a day lost as more of YOUR rights are erased from the world you know.

Don't know how to get involved? E-mail me, I put you in contact with an organization that shares your interests.

So I never made it to Chicago on this particular evening, to stand on the shore and find some peace in the waves. Twice around I-465 was enough for my therapy session. I didn't solve my personal questions, but I came to a better resolve of them. I didn't solve the conflicts of Indiana, the United States or the world.... that I'm hoping for your help with.


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AUTHOR: Bil Browning

DATE: 6/01/2005 04:52:46 PM

This has to be one of the best posts I've ever seen on bilerico.comThanks for posting Morgan. I can't wait to see more!