27 March 2013

Waiting on the Ghost of Tom Joad

"I don't have to tell you that things are bad.  Everybody knows things are bad.  The dollar buys the nickle's-worth.  Banks are going bust.  Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter.  Punks are running wild on the street.  There's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do and there's no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes as if that's the way is supposed to be.

We know things are bad, worse than bad, they're crazy.  It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore.  We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller.  All we say is: 'please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms.  Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel belted radials, and I won't say anything.  Just leave us alone.'

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.  I want you to get mad.
I don't want you to protest.  I don't want you to riot.  I don't want you to write your congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write.  I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first you've got to get mad.  You've got to say 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, goddammit! My life has value!'"
Sitting on GP4, mourning the loss of Tom Joad. ~Unclean