That's all nonviolence is - organized love.
~ Joan Baez ~
singer, songwriter, and activist
Like I've said before, I am not a pacifist, although part of me would like to be. I can't say that I wouldn't fight to protect myself or someone I love. I hope I never have to find out what I would do, really.
Tonight I watched Gran Torino, a Clint Eastwood movie. Clint's character is a retired Korean war veteran whose neighborhood now has a high occupation of Hmong. He is a racist. No one is spared. Throw in a little gang violence, a couple of fist fights, and some blazing guns and you get the full picture.
My reaction to the racial and cultural slurs surprised me a bit. That level of violence so often goes unnoticed--or at least unrecognized as violence. Each time someone threw a derogatory term, I flinched inside.
The physical violence only begat more violence. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see it coming. And it made my heart ache.
I guess it was a good movie to evoke these responses in me. But if anyone asks me how I liked the movie? I hated it.
So, Joan Baez, sing us a few verses of Blowin' in the Wind.
Seriously, when will we ever learn?