My brothers and sisters,
It is difficult times we live in. Tensions are great. Poverty is on the rise. People are trying to find escapes in every route. I currently sit at the hospital, on shift, tired and overworked. While I yawn, waiting for the cafeteria to open, I try to ignore the TV playing behind my head. Just another American, trying to survive and provide for his family. Attempting to stay aware of the world around him. I walk into the homes of those who have given up on life, given up on themselves. I’m a blue collar “clinician.” Just another pair of hands trying to save a life and help a fellow human. Yet, I’m still over consumed by the endless chase of wealth. I’ve learned the way to feed your family… Stop paying your bills!
The following link is to a clip that a close friend in Iraq sent me. Incredibly moving footage of a Marine, fresh from the Middle East, wishing to add his two cents on Occupy Wall Street. The expressions on NYPDs face are priceless. The shock and awe of the towering Marine, speaking a truth too powerful. His role, on the front lines of the other end of a capitalist war. He has come home to see the violence of a corporate ran country plaguing the streets of cities every where. The right to assemble or speak are at the powers of judges who are bought and sold. May our voices be heard one day. Especially those of the service men and women, who are viewed as a number. Who can be categorized as an “acceptable lose.” Those who see the most unfortunately speak the least.
Occupy (my locale) has had a turn out of maybe 50-100. The politics of the midwest are usually dictated by the views of Fox News talking heads. Yet, while I hear complaints, from said parties, about how bad times are, they are also in the same conversation about the “jobless hippies in New York.” As the movements progress and messages are heard, growth is continued to be blocked by a virus. A virus of obedience. A virus of confirmation.
I’m infected. Your infected. We are all infected.
In our various roles (paramedic, soldier, student) we inhabit the bodies of Americans. Our sites are set on our various ideas of an American dream. Some of us dream of leaving this country. Others stay and attempt to work this society. Some of us sell our minds, bodies, and souls. Though, we all have our chemical balances that can ignite.
As we grow older, may we continue to question. As we continue to grow tired in our roles, may we have the strength to stand. As we search deep in the darkness, trying to find our placement on this planet, may we continue to recognize our passions.
As for me, I will keep rubbing the sleep from my eye, a night shifter dreaming, devising plans. Some how, I am still able to pay rent!