Awake!
It is now almost August, and Congress is coming home for recess. We have won the health care battle so far, but we have not won the war. There is still a long way to go.
For the entire month of August, the Congressmen will be coming home to their districts; they’ll be coming home to the people they represent. Many of them will hold town hall and town hall style meetings to talk with many of us one-on-one. Some have already done that, and have been shocked at the results. They can’t ignore the anger anymore. We’re coming for them, and they don’t like it. Some do anticipate it, and succumb to childish political antics in order to make the protesters look bad. Some avoid meetings altogether, knowing the results. Come out cowards! You know who you are! Come out to your constituents! Take what’s coming to you, and take it like a man!
The media also continues to do their part to employ the double standard that if you are against the troops serving in the Middle East, burn American flags, and storm the yards of corporate executives, then you’re a full-blooded patriotic American; but if you are sincerely mad about the progressive government takeover of your daily lives, then you’re a crazy right-wing nutjob. We all see it, we all know it, yet we continue the fight.
I continue to hearken back to mid-February 2009 in my mind. A man by the name of Rick Santelli was on CNBC in Chicago, in front the Chicago Stock Exchange when we all heard the rant around the world. He lashed out at the current administration with full force, without holding back. It was the first time anyone in mainstream media ever said such unthinkable vitriol at the administration that was supposed to be the most loved and revered in recent history. “It’s time for a Chicago Tea Party in July!” he proclaimed to a cheering crowd, and many of us cheered with him.
Many of our hearts weren’t stirred like this since Sarah Palin’s RNC speech. Even more so, possibly, because that’s the moment many of us decided that we weren’t just going to sit and take all this anymore. This wasn’t an “aw shucks, my candidate lost and I’m gonna cry” moment at all. We got over that on November 5th, 2008. This was different. We just didn’t know how different.
Santelli’s rant stuck in my mind day after day, until I decided to do some online research and find out if this Chicago Tea Party was going to be for real, or if this was just a hope that diluted as quickly as it came.
The night of February 25th, I found out the “Chicago Tea Party in July” was going to be held on February 27th. A Friday, no less. Damn it, I had to work.
I’ve never been to a protest before. I’ve always thought protests were stupid and unproductive. I used to poke fun driving through mini-rallies at small towns and egging the people on. Besides, even if I wanted to go, most were held during the week, when people like me had to work. The career protesters didn’t have to worry about making a living, did they?
Still, this was different. In a desperate and spontaneous move, I decided to ask for the day off and go to Chicago. I got the day off with no problem, but who was to say I’d drive 8-9 hours one way starting at 3:00am just to show up and find that only 5-10 people were there? What a waste of time that would be.
I befriended a guy name Eric Odom on a social networking site that night, and got the details: Downtown Chicago, meet at 11:30am, be there or miss the march completely.
Depending on whom you believe, the liberals estimated a crowd of 100, while conservatives estimated 1,000. I think there was 500.
What a day it was. The crowd had some clever signs they hand made. Many of us bonded instantly over this cause. College students apologized on behalf of the state of Illinois for Obama, but also said, hey, we brought you Milton Friedman too so that should even it out. The big screen TV on the side of one of the downtown buildings got booed immediately and loudly when Obama or the mainstream media appeared on it. People driving down the streets looked in disbelief. Some caught on quick and honked (even the Department of Revenue van honked and gave a thumbs up!). We marched the streets not knowing what to chant (being first-timers), but united on “Socialism Sucks!”. We taunted the NBC building knowing we wouldn’t get an ounce of coverage, despite the reporters waving at us with smiles on their faces. A lone woman screamed at us for being against those like her who had financial problems and wanted the government to save her. “Pay your own damn bills!” was the majority response.
I’m almost apologetic for waxing poetic about one simple protest. I felt invigorated, but when the protest was over and it was time to go back home, I felt the rush die down. Is this it? Is this as far as it all goes? Did we all just shout and then go home and go to sleep all over again?
April 15th answered that question. July 4th answered that question yet again. August 1st will also answer it again at our state capital. I once muttered to my young lady about how the Ashland Tea Party seemed much like a church service in comparison to the impassioned shouting in Chicago last February, but I have to say that out of a town of 20,000 people (mostly retirees), it is amazing that 250 came and made sure they found out they weren’t alone.
Every time, we have been honorable. There have been no deaths, and no violence.
We come in knowing that friends will turn against us for our beliefs and for standing up. Still, we press on.
We come in knowing that the media will ignore us or provide negative coverage. We will be slandered as right-wing, hate talking, racist bigots. We know this; and still, we press on.
We come in knowing we’ve slept too long. We come in knowing we are “inconveniencing” our elected officials, because we are awake. We’re coming in knowing that our friends and families who have turned against us are finding out that we can’t be ignored, because we’re everywhere. Maybe the media refuses to acknowledge us, but we know you see us. It is only a matter of time before the cognitive dissonance appears in their collective heads; and then they have to choose whether they believe the media and their government, or if they believe We The People. Still, we press on.
We know that there will be bandwagon jumpers when the tide turns. We know this is inevitable, and we would forgive them for not joining sooner. We are all in this together, and we’re all in it for the same reasons, regardless of how we came upon them. We press on.
And still, there is a long way to go. It’s not over. The Congressmen have to see this with their bare eyes. They can’t just hear about it. They have to know it, and our job is to let them know it. We press on, but it’s not over. If we don’t do this job during the month of August, we will fail, and it will all be for nothing. It will be all our faults, and rightly so.
If we don’t take the seed planted in February and turn this into a Jack-In-The-Beanstalk type monstrosity to put the fear of God into our elected representatives, then we will know we failed when they vote for the health care bill in September. It will be all our faults, and rightly so.
I will always believe in the individual over the government every single time. When the rest of us fight inwardly to win the faith in ourselves, and know that when we want a job done right that we have to do it ourselves, then we will not be stopped.
There is already much disenfranchisement and discontent in the town halls. This is only beginning. We’ve laughed Congressmen off their stages and bully pulpits. They will fight back, and we will be ready. There is nothing like asserting our freedom, which is proven by the record gun sales that have taken place since Obama’s victory. We didn’t just all get into hunting, you know.
If I haven’t been clear before about this, I want peace. Our current divisions have many thinking that a second civil war is not a far fetched idea anymore. I don’t want it to happen. I hate war. Even the most craziest gun nuts I have ever known all agree, the goal is peace. The guns are for self defense – not just self defense against intruders and criminals, but also against our government. We know that our government has been pushing us around for so long that they won’t know how to react when we push back. They won’t like it, and they’ll be ready to retaliate in some way. We just have to be ready for them to be ready, and if they retaliate Kent State style, then we’ll be ready.
You leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone. You tread on me, and I’ll defend what is right for me and my family.
Everyone I talked to in Chicago last February said that the Chicago Tea Party was their first protest. Ever. We’re awake. You won’t catch us sleeping again. I am very thankful to all of you who have awaken, even if it is for the first time in your lives.
It’s a shame we don’t hear from Rick Santelli anymore. I don’t even know if he’s still employed; does anyone know? He may have been silenced for all I know. It’s ok, though. He’s said enough, and we picked up the slack. Nice job, everyone.
I can’t wait to be able to tell this all to my future children someday.
Fight on!