We are chanting in the streets of Washington, THIS IS WHAT A POLICE STATE LOOKS LIKE. A girl who’s taken her clothes off in front of The Gap is sweating in the cool fall afternoon, pulsing with driven anima. I don’t look at them, but I can see her nipples through her bra.
At the same time, as I’m holding my sign and waving my fist, I’m wondering what’s going on with my Chevron stock. I can’t really figure out this war business with Iraq, and I heard earlier that the stock market was getting killed.
That’s the rub.
I don’t want to live in a capitalist society ruled by corporations that slaughter and exploit millions of voiceless people.
But I do.
And I gotta look out not for my future, but for my kids.’