Date: 2003-03-18 01:27 pm (UTC)
9th grade. 15 years old. I skipped class to go to a teach-in the morning of 1/17. That night I went to a protest march in downtown. I was aware of war as something wrong, something destructive rather than constructive. I was aware of the US, an overarmed bully, killing strangers so we could all keep driving, something I didn't know how to do anyway. My politics haven't changed much. I'm still trying to be a pacifist. I'm still not a democrat or a republican.

This time I have a better understanding of the larger politics (not hard). This time I understand about the bid for reelection and the push for global power. This time the Dead Kennedys song about war being good for the economy keeps running through my head. This time the president is the stupid one, and the vice president is the smart one. This time I'm being blamed because I didn't vote for Gore last presidential election, even though the two states I could have voted in weren't swing states. This time I am more afraid. Whether that's my own paranoia over my legal troubles or my age or because it's worse this time I couldn't tell you.
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