0150: On Beating a Dead Horse
#education #edreform #race #equality #class #SOSchat
So often the proverbial horses we beat are not all dead to all people. Equally, some of the windmills we fight are not windmills at all; some of them really are raging giants. I submit, the monster, the giant, the pulse of the horse is to be determined by those nearest to them. If you’ve beat your horse completely to death or conquer your windmill, congratulations. Move onto the next one or help me conquer mine.
0094: Dear Teachers, Activists, Revolutionaries, and Newly Awakened
#revolution #Egypt #Syria #OO #anonymous
If we are to be revolutionaries, and we are to be revolutionaries for these are revolutionary times, then we must surrender ourselves to the danger of personal transformation. We must submit to the cold truth that there is nothing but tomorrow, and tomorrow can only be as beautiful as we, the stakeholders, the activists, the revolutionaries, the teachers, the poets, the seekers make it. By submitting our pens and voices and bodies to the transformation of the perverse world we are claiming that we see in this mess a Beauty and Truth that cannot be extinguished by greed or hate or oppression. We see the pain in the eyes of our neighbor, we see the dullness in the eyes of drugged and drudges school children, we see the furrowing of our own brows when we stare into the mirror, and we know that we can no longer bear the torment, nor can we allow the torment to bear down on any other soul. We are for the first time in years walking toward one another rather than away. We are now beginning to awaken, and we must continue to waken our slumbering counterparts. Bless you brothers and sisters. We stand in solidarity for the future and the present of humanity.
Prayers for those who struggle everywhere, and action as well.
