August 9, 1968
by Amy
I woke up with terrible stomach pain yesterday, wondering if we made the right decision about the lawsuit. My head doesn't register that I'm nervous about everything. It's disappointing that, on some level, there's a part of me that is terrified of authority. It makes me remember the April nightmare. Now that I think about it, I've been reluctant to go to any actions since then.
Clearly, I have to be prepared for violence. It's a tool for the ruling class. I need to ready my mind and steel my emotions against it. It's my one fault, I think, though Lesley would argue that I have a whole lot of them. I think she's taken to calling them "character challenges" as of late. Like a lack of confidence, or an excessive need to harbor myself against egotistical men. "It's because of your father, Amy. Your father is such a strong personality that you're looking for him in every other man you meet."
That implies that I'm looking to screw my Dad, which is not only insanely disgusting, but also untrue. I may be under-confident and insecure. I'm not a father-fucker.
As far as the convention goes, we're planning like there's no tomorrow. People are working in two shifts to organize. Every church, synagogue and mission has been tapped to provide housing. We've gotten word that there are huge caravans of people coming. Glasses expects them to begin arriving next week. As he keeps reiterating to the city, we can't stop these people from arriving. They are going to come whether we want them to or not. So not providing adequate facilities for them - toilets, and space to sleep in the public parks - is inviting a riot. It's crazy.
If you are going to bring a political convention to the city, you are going to get protesters and people who want their voices to be heard. Why doesn't the city understand that?
In the News: August 9, 1968
by Amy
I woke up with terrible stomach pain yesterday, wondering if we made the right decision about the lawsuit. My head doesn't register that I'm nervous about everything. It's disappointing that, on some level, there's a part of me that is terrified of authority. It makes me remember the April nightmare. Now that I think about it, I've been reluctant to go to any actions since then.
Clearly, I have to be prepared for violence. It's a tool for the ruling class. I need to ready my mind and steel my emotions against it. It's my one fault, I think, though Lesley would argue that I have a whole lot of them. I think she's taken to calling them "character challenges" as of late. Like a lack of confidence, or an excessive need to harbor myself against egotistical men. "It's because of your father, Amy. Your father is such a strong personality that you're looking for him in every other man you meet."
That implies that I'm looking to screw my Dad, which is not only insanely disgusting, but also untrue. I may be under-confident and insecure. I'm not a father-fucker.
As far as the convention goes, we're planning like there's no tomorrow. People are working in two shifts to organize. Every church, synagogue and mission has been tapped to provide housing. We've gotten word that there are huge caravans of people coming. Glasses expects them to begin arriving next week. As he keeps reiterating to the city, we can't stop these people from arriving. They are going to come whether we want them to or not. So not providing adequate facilities for them - toilets, and space to sleep in the public parks - is inviting a riot. It's crazy.
If you are going to bring a political convention to the city, you are going to get protesters and people who want their voices to be heard. Why doesn't the city understand that?
In the News: August 9, 1968
