witches dancing, spiraling around

This was my first time playing with the police state, witnessing its true form. Hardly a surprise, but I don't see anything of what we accomplished in the news media. There are no pictures of the thousands that lined up to march against the war and this wretched administration. Only a few photos of anarchist kids being roughed by riot cops.

The picture the media paints is so distorted and biased that it might as well have been fabricated two weeks before we even got here. Meanwhile I see full-page spreads with photos of McCain in a rain of confetti. We must tell the story of what happened here ourselves, just as we organize ourselves to care for each other and stand together in court solidarity. In the world we are creating, we organize to provide for all our own needs. By the people for the people, right?

Lisa was telling me last night about how direct action depends a lot on opening up space. We take an intersection or make a press conference to hold a space - physical, emotional, or intellectual - which we can claim as our own, as an assembly of people marking their dissent from the forces of governance. It might not seem like much given the extent of damage done by the state, but I still believe our action is potent magic. Whether we are merely witnessing that violence or exhausting its dark rage in our resolute commitment to peace and justice, whether we are struggling to keep the fire alight or fanning the flames of evolutionary consciousness, I know without a doubt that our energy and our efforts were not in vain.