So your brother's bound and gagged And they've chained him to a chair, Won't you please come to Chicago just to sing. In a land that's known as freedom how can such a thing be fair? Won't you please come to Chicago for the help that we can bring. We can change the world rearrange the world. It's dying---to get better! Chicago, Graham Nash
This song was written almost 40 years ago when it also seemed that our world was in flames and dying. Thousands of people heeded the call to head to Chicago to demonstrate at the DNC. I can remember, even as an 11 year old, watching the TV in horror as members of the Chicago PD ferociously beat protesters with their night sticks and I was revolted when my friend Genie's mom Maxine yelled, "Hit the goddamn hippies harder!" I can also remember thinking that the people who were there were extremely brave and they must have cared deeply about ending the war in Vietnam. When I travel the country and talk to people in the anti-war movement, many of them say, "If there were only a draft, people would get off of their butts and protest the war like we (they) did during Vietnam."
Anybody got some vacation time? If not you, who? If not now, when?
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."