Chris hedges AND george Monbiot ON THE IGNORANcE - ColdType
Chris hedges AND george Monbiot ON THE IGNORANcE - ColdType
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california dreaming<br />
open meadows<br />
spread down to<br />
the pacific ocean<br />
where only the<br />
well-heeled are<br />
free to roam;<br />
and graffitifilled<br />
corridors<br />
pass in flashes<br />
through the train<br />
windows, where<br />
l.A.’s homeless<br />
pitch their filthy<br />
mattresses and<br />
try to catch a few<br />
winks between<br />
passing trains and<br />
roaming thugs<br />
long time ago. If I can’t make the rally, I figure,<br />
I’ll have the opportunity to talk to him<br />
directly on the train.<br />
“So, is Kucinich really going to be on the<br />
train today?” I ask.<br />
“He was supposed to, but he couldn’t<br />
make it,” David says. “His brother died unexpectedly<br />
and he had to cancel the trip.<br />
But the peace ride’s still going on.”<br />
A Kucinich fan interrupts our conversation.<br />
“Is Dennis going to be on the next<br />
train?” David explains the sudden tragedy.<br />
“Oh, that’s too bad,” the man responds,<br />
and adds with a wink and a laugh, “maybe<br />
his wife could take his place.”<br />
David informs the man that she’s where<br />
she’s supposed to be, by her husband’s<br />
side. Kucinich’s wife, a tall striking, statuesque<br />
redhead, has been a big draw for Kucinich,<br />
and supporters will be quick to tell<br />
you how beautiful she is. The man walks<br />
away, disappointed.<br />
I look at David and we both shake our<br />
heads.<br />
“The train’s great, isn’t it?” I say, glad to<br />
have my tickets and parking pass in hand.<br />
David leans in closely and says: “The<br />
revolution is taking place in the café cars<br />
on trains all across the country.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“The revolution, it’s in the café cars,<br />
on every train across the country. The old<br />
men, listen to them. They talk about overthrowing<br />
the government. They’re disgusted<br />
with Bush. They’ve had it; they’ve had<br />
enough.”<br />
I’ve sat in on a few parties myself in café<br />
cars, so I know what he’s talking about.<br />
People have a way of speaking their minds<br />
after they’ve had a few drinks on the train.<br />
Maybe this ride with rebels would be just<br />
the thing, even without Kucinich.<br />
At 5:30 a.m., I’m on the road, the full<br />
moon infusing the early dawn with a warm<br />
purplish luster, and pulling at me like an<br />
unquenchable woman. I don’t want to go,<br />
yet the possibility of riding on the Peace<br />
Train compels me, lures me away from the<br />
comfort of home and a warm bed. I hope to<br />
find something new – political enlightenment.<br />
At the train station, the holiday travelers<br />
jam themselves into the ticket line,<br />
and sit restlessly on benches or mill around<br />
the train, waiting for the doors to open. A<br />
big crowd, the largest of any I’ve seen yet<br />
at the start of the line, gather to board the<br />
train.<br />
Are these all the Kucinich people? Is he<br />
that popular?<br />
Avoiding the freeways<br />
Traveling by train, you can relax, and avoid<br />
the aggravation of driving L.A. freeways.<br />
You meet unusual people, watch flushcheeked<br />
mothers pound Bud Lights as<br />
their children scramble up and down the<br />
aisles, screeching and panting, pushing on<br />
doors, while old men eye young women<br />
sitting alone with their computers and iPods,<br />
heads bobbing to the music in their<br />
earphones, oblivious to all except for the<br />
occasional dude who struts the aisle and<br />
nods and smiles at everyone.<br />
Every day the Pacific Surfliner from San<br />
Luis Obispo to San Diego rolls furiously<br />
along as commuters dig into purses and<br />
bags, pull out food and drink, books and<br />
magazines, bottles for their babies, cellphones,<br />
computers, every contrivance you<br />
can imagine, and settle in for the scenic<br />
ride, a movie on the laptop, the adventure<br />
of meeting someone new, or simply to take<br />
a long nap.<br />
It’s a swirl of activity from start to finish,<br />
with stops and starts, and people getting on<br />
and off and making small talk, or running<br />
down to the café car to buy alcohol and get<br />
spun while the Amtrak train lumbers along<br />
the beautiful and terrifying California landscape:<br />
Open meadows spread down to the<br />
Pacific Ocean where only the well-heeled<br />
are free to roam; and graffiti-filled corridors<br />
pass in flashes through the train windows,<br />
where L.A.’s homeless pitch their filthy<br />
mattresses and try to catch a few winks<br />
between passing trains and roaming thugs.<br />
Riding Amtrak, you get to peek into<br />
people’s lives and backyards. For some rea