First couple days working as a canvasser for an environmental group are not going so great. I keep getting put in a rural, conservative town in western mass. It’s been frustrating in that ive memorized what I’m supposed to, am friendly and nice but I don’t feel like I’m getting anywhere. Most people have it set in their minds that they don’t want to her you by the time you even say ‘hello.’
If nothing else I’ve learned a lot about people in the past couple days. Wealthy people rarely give money. Subaru’s in the driveway are usually a good sign. Also people who might not be anything polite to you in a store or on the streets can be total assholes. As soon as they see you walking up to their doors, most of the time they’ll treat you like less than the dirt on their shoe. I got yelled at, told to get off peoples property and had dogs set on me. In whose universe is that acceptable?
My dad just sent me a picture from Seattle pride. Can we talk about how much I love my parents?
Reading A People’s History of the United States is making me feel so disillusioned about U.S. History and everything I’ve been taught about it in high school and college. But it’s supposed to.
Most of our wars were only fought for economic reasons and to stave off class warfare in the U.S., even the revolutionary war, which served a huge purpose in uniting the lower classes against a common enemy (instead of the wealthy elites) and from joining slaves in revolt. The civil war was mostly the same.
Most of the good things done in the 20th century (ie the new deal and desegregation of the military) were only done to placate the masses, for economic reasons or to challenge international criticism, not because politicians actually, you know, cared about people.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?