Rejected by the 99%
I've been getting used to rejection in the last few months, developing a rapid sympathy for populist resentment of the liberal elite.
But today I tried to register for a local direct action training being put on in April as part of Move On's 99% Spring, attempting to mobilize and train 100,000 non-violent activists of all types. It sounded good to me. I submitted my form online and then contacted the local organizer to confirm and to clarify that I'd have charge of my children that Saturday, and would it be okay for them to sit in the back of the room and color?
I didn't actually expect a negative response. After all, this is a democratic mass movement, trumpeting cuts in funding for education, children's health, and daycare as among its top issues.
But back it came. A swift, curt, and dismissive, "No, a three year old and a six year old are distracting. Very sorry." And then I was told condescendingly to try to find way to make a difference--despite the crippling handicap of having children, I guess.
Ouch. Solidarity forever...union makes us strong...lift every voice and sing--unless that voice belongs to a child. Then she and her mother can both forget it.
So where do you go when you're kicked out of the 99%?
1 comment:
If you weren't so familiar with it by now, you'd marvel once again at (a) the contempt organizations show when confronted with the real-life manifestation of the problems they supposedly exist to solve, and (b) the depth of their ignorance of their own best interests. (I argue with my fellow liberals all the time -- without making any impact -- that the arrogance with which we come across is in large measure to blame for the virulence with which we're hated.) Oh well ... happily Move On isn't the only group out there that can teach effective political stategy. If y'all move to NC you can join our Moms Rising chapter, which is preparing to assault the legislature again -- this time with preschoolers in tow, each bearing a life-size self-portrait. They may have ignored us when we did the hokey-pokey last year, but let's see 'em do that this time!
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