Mary Pat Boian
Thursday, August 22, 2013
American Hispanics, primarily women, are turning from Catholicism to Islam. Hispanics are the largest minority in America, 50 million strong, and feel “drawn to mosques because they see smiling faces and feel welcome,” according to Public Radio International interviews.
At the same time, Dr. Terry Jones plans to continue with his annual Quran burning on Sept. 11, sending 3,000 holy books from pages to ashes. The Florida preacher, who also burns effigies of the President of the United States, says his actions are in retaliation for the “violent core that Islam is.”
The world is full of good people who have skewed perceptions of others, but it comes down to would you stanch the bleeding of someone you don’t know when they are hurt and you are capable? Or would you first question who they are and how they live and then say, “Pffft. If you’re a (‘Gator fan, mud wrestler, working mom, whitey or whatever annoys you), then you’re on your own?” How far do we take our discontent?
There are so many millions of things we can’t do anything about, or feel it’s futile so why bother, but last night an amazing thing happened at the Rockin’ Pig saloon. Ordinary people equipped with brilliance and holiness put their signatures on checks. People who really are nowhere near having the money to do what they’re doing are having to raise $120,000 to defend their property, all our property, against a publicly traded utility that has billions of dollars, but wants our land for its pleasure.
Those who work for the public electric utility on the executive level do not care that what they are bulldozing is a way of life we in Eureka Springs find sustainable, realistic and worthwhile. We are collateral damage, kind of like civilians killed during drone strikes gone wild.
The plan they have is to take the energy generated by wind, the free wind in Oklahoma and Kansas, and harness it. They will transfer it through giant towers that cut through our backyards while we’re simply barbecuing and enjoying our sips.
This corralled wind will be transmitted on high wires to the east coast. East coast people don’t care, really, for goodness sakes they don’t even know this travesty is happening to us for their benefit. But they are told they need the energy the big company will provide, and are expected to say, “Doesn’t matter how you get it here, just do it. Put it on my credit card. Are we finished?”
We’re fighting more than an electric company or four. We’re fighting for a way of life we cherish. It’s similar to when Andrew Jackson told the Cherokee to go ahead and leave their land in Georgia, because by golly, there was gold on that land and already rich men wanted it. Government soldiers, armed with black powder rifles, smallpox, alcohol and rage, took care of business.
The natives were peaceful, productive and happy, but in the way. It didn’t matter that they’d lived in Georgia since, oh, caveman days. The money was in the gold, therefore the natives needed relocating. It wasn’t like they were going to kill all of them, just the ones who got in the way of progress. The rebels. The rest of them could take a hike. To Oklahoma. In the winter.
SWEPCO likely does not have plans to purposely kill us, just our spirit. They know the real power of money and that’s how they get their way. And more money.
All any of us is trying to do is have enough money to enjoy the dementia of our golden years without much stress. Instead we have to dig deep to prevent this calamity and protect those who will live here when we’re gone. And their dogs.
We are old, but very experienced in stopping injustices and quite capable of understanding the ways of the world and the magic of life.
No matter what the public service commissioners decide next week about the horrid metal tumors SWEPCO insists they need, we are grateful for the freedom to fight back. And we hope when we die someone puts on our tombstone that Pat Costner was a friend of ours.
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