As Is True For Most

A Very Poor Kid Came Up To Me After A Talk And Said 'i Want To Go Blow Up A Factory.' I Asked How Old He Was And He Said 17. I Said 'have You Ever Had Sex?' He Said 'no.' I Said 'just Remember If You Get Caught You Aren't Going To Have Sex For Twenty Years At Least.' That's Not Saying That One Person Having Sex Is Worth The Salmon. I'm Not Saying It's A Reason Not To Act, I'm Saying Don't Be Stupid.

By Deafening Ourselves To The Emotional Consequences Of Violence We Have Become Confused By Its Relationship To Sex. We Have Come To Believe That Violence Equals Aggression, And We Have Come To Base Our Model Of Sexuality On Our Model Of Violence... Converting An Act Of Aggression Into An Act Of Consensual Sexuality.

Many Indians Have Told Me That The Most Basic Difference Between Western And Indigenous Ways Of Being Is That Westerners View The World As Dead, And Not As Filled With Speaking, Thinking, Feeling Subjects As Worthy And Valuable As Themselves.

There Is A Language Older By Far And Deeper Than Words. It Is The Language Of Bodies, Of Body On Body, Wind On Snow, Rain On Trees, Wave On Stone. It Is The Language Of Dream, Gesture, Symbol, Memory. We Have Forgotten This Language. We Do Not Even Remember That It Exists.

Stand With Me. Stand And Fight. I Am One, And We Would Be Two. Two More Might Join And We Would Be Four. When Four More Join We Will Be Eight. We Will Be Eight People Fighting Whom Others Will Join. And Then More People. And More. Stand And Fight.