Socialism's Rap Against Capitalism

I was there...

 

 

New York in my van. busy Broadway street. running down from Columbus Circle. raining outside. raining outside

buses cars splashing by twelve inches from the side of my van. people chatting by a couple on the other side. Johnny the Egyptian's neon food wagon lights flashing relentlessly purple orange blue pink overlapping creating new colors. it is all so shockingly dramatically peaceful. am totally relaxed embraced into the fetal position. this ambiance of the night police my carriage habit. Nothing to fear in this alien place filled with multiples of familiarity.

Cars three and four lanes deep. between wall of old architecture. slipping by  between around each other like strings of spaghetti and miraculously causing no damage to each other while offering courtesy to one another with few horns no rage in all of the cramped juxtapositions of metal rubber pedestrians horns and trunk doors honking and slamming emergency vehicles horning their way through impossible pathways as ploughs furrowing new earth.

I arrived in this iconic city and onto iconic Broadway even unbelievably with a place to park right on that street beside Johnny The Egyptian, who guided my van into and impossible space big enough for what I thought was not big enough for a smart car... "you can do it" he assured me... and I did... 30 hours there and no ticket.

I was afraid to drive into that city with all of its bad reputation and all that traffic. It would have been easy to stay on 81 north, bypass that awful place. Instead I went in on 78 into the thick of it. I had to. It was a matter of life and death... "do or die" "Go big or stay home" At 71yrs... going home seems the obvious choice but, no... had to do... you understand I am sure. So into the Holland Tunnel I plunge and WOW what a sight...

 

That gave me a sense of peace and conviction that I made the right decision, even as I slipped through the spaghetti street of cars I knew it was right. Drivers were kind, gave me way with ease. I love New York. The people are kind and diverse and exhilarating.

 

But why did I come to this March. I never do that. The hype always offends me trouble me. Well it was Iconic New York. There was the challenge just physically going there. I was invited by Elizabeth May. Green Party of Canada... reasons enough I guess. I volunteered for traffic assignments. met some fabulous people and a radio station that may play my art stuff, even with my "fucking" language. I will follow this up. But, philosophically why did I come. I carried no banners. could not bring myself to do that. I marched with the 300,000 and wondered why I was not convinced.

 

I saw it as intellectual hypocrisy. a religious chant. socialism's rant against capitalism. I felt a bit of a traitor. a wasted body of energy against Capitalism. It is not the way to defeat the environmental destructive forces. Capitalism is a natural force of nature. Would have been better to look into a mirror at out own innate capitalism and know it id not the corporate capitalist who are destroying the earth... it is you and me. If we do not buy the product of the corporation.. Corporate Collective Capitalism will die. Hunger will die. The trees will live. Slavery will die. Let rid us of hypocrisy