"We can't help each other if we don't know each other."
Worker-solidarity and Ruling-class Accountability
Cindy DanceintheRain Sheehan
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In one of my dreams last night, I was traveling with a large group of people (about 100, I think) and it seemed like the next morning, we were going to be stopped by the po-po. So, I was planning on gathering everybody so we could leave immediately, and I was urging everyone to come together and get close to one another and me so we could talk about our plan...I kept repeating this one phrase over and over: "we can't help each other if we don't know each other." I noticed even one of the po-po was nodding his head in agreement. We can't help each other if we don't know each other!
How many times have we lamented over the death/illness of a celebrity or politician or? that we have never met, but, have ignored the troubles of our neighbors?
The problem is, we can’t seen into the homes of our neighbors even though oftentimes there are clues to trouble that we choose to ignore because we don’t know them.
We feel like we know and have things in common with members of the rotten establishment and we often identify with them more than we do members of our own class.
The celebrities and other members of the 1% cause many of our problems AND couldn’t give two shits about ANY OF US, yet, we would deliver blows to anyone who would DARE criticize one of our idols. To me, this is insane.
Say, you have a neighbor who LOOOOVES Trump, and, you have another neighbor who LOOOOVES Biden and identity politics—I can wager you have more in common with them than any member of the 1% (and their toadies/shills) and they have far more in common with each other than they do either Trump or Biden.
Neither a Trump lover, nor a Biden lover can cause anyone nearly enough angst as do their idols.
“We can’t help each other if we don’t know each other.”
These were just a few thoughts based on this Facebook memory I had posted 11-years ago. When I had this dream, I had just finished a 3-month bicycle ride from California to WashedUp, DeCeit called Tour de Peace. We slowly rode across the nation and met hundreds of people who were being harmed by the Garbage People and our message was essentially,
“We can’t help each other if we don’t know each other.”
This is me in front of the White House on 4 July 2013 at the end of my epic ride.
Stay tuned for SheeLilly this afternoon as we dissect the meanings of the recent elections in the UK and France and it’s meaning for workers’ solidarity AND the continuing Days of their Depraved Lives and the wonderfully entertaining machinations of the Garbage People. I am waiting for a group of Senators to ambush and st@b Jerky Joe to death. “Et tu, Schumer.”
We will be posting this discussion later.
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Am I the only person who finds it hard to really know another person? Perhaps it's me, but every time I try to have a serious conversation with another person (other than my family) I usually get the deer in the headlights look. Almost everyone just doesn't want to think about anything that they can't do anything about (or they think they can't), and prefer to stick their head in the sand and focus on the mundane and shallow. Maybe it's my age (I'm 76) but my peers in general are very boring people, and they are certainly aren't interested in challenging what they think they know, and have little curiosity about the rest. Most would rather hold onto their illusions that everything is copacetic.
UHHHHH everyone knows you lol you were the greatest human being ever ❤️