I started this blog so I could talk about my time in China, and include my family and friends. I didn't want to make it too political. But this is a really difficult challenge for me. I think in a very global way. This is something I developed mostly on my own, though the way my mom raised me helped a lot. She always wanted us to think about the consequences of things, and to think of things from many view points. She helped my sister and I develop very empathetic outlooks. I was the one who asked if we could start watching the nightly news when I was 9. I was the one who decided to get out of a school that was completely self absorbed.
Anyways, the New York Times and the Seattle Times today had articles that talked about things I am passionate about. The New York Times ran an article about the rising costs of meat in the world, and how feed lots are so harmful for the environment, but may actually go out of business simply because they cost too much in resources. I've been aware of this problem for a few years now. I mostly eat vegetarian, but I do love food, so I eat meat. If I buy meat I buy organic, free range stuffs. Another article that they ran unrelated was about how in Haiti the poor are eating pies made out of dirt, honest to God. Because of higher oil costs the poor world wide are being priced out of the market for FOOD.
The Seattle Times is running some special about college sports. The UW used to let the football players get away with horrible crimes and keep playing. To me this series spoke less about how the UW fucked up, and more about how our society fucked up in letting multiple generations of boys grow up in gang ridden slums without any expectations, hopes or even a basic education. These boys don't learn anything at the UW, they get help from professors and tutors, and graduate with two choices, the NFL or complete failure. When they get into the NFL they use their wealth to start raising fighting pit bulls and then go to jail for animal cruelty.
I read these things and only see the big picture, I see the connections. That is how I think, how I like to think.
I haven't done as much as I could have with my time and energy so far in my life. I've had a hard time just dealing with my own life. But I will do more. I'm studying so that I can have a more refined ability to see and deal with these connections. I'm getting the history and facts to back up all these general ideas. I'm going to learn how to research and write and use this point of view I have. I'm going to have a job where I help people. I'm going to have hobbies in activism. I'm going to do more. I'm really passionate about this.
I haven't really let my friends and extended family know how passionate I am about these ideas, and these plans. Honestly, I don't know how to talk about it yet. I see my friends and family, and they aren't doing anything. Americans are apathetic. They are going about their adults lives, trying to be happy. My friends are all graduating right now and getting jobs, trying to be happy. Only one of them I can think of are studying to go into a field that really helps people. None of them volunteer their time. Few of them volunteer their money. I simply don't know where to begin. My ex boyfriend really ended up disliking me because of how I am. I am passionate about making a difference, and disappointed and sometimes angry that no one else is. I'm a big freaking hippy, talking about love and connectedness and being brave so you can stand up and speak truth to power. (My current boyfriend actually likes this about me, now I'm worried his family will still like me when they find out what a huge hippy I am, dragging their son/brother into a world of chosen poverty, vegetables and composting toilets). Since then I haven't really been able to talk about it. My mom says I will when I get older, that it might take me a while to figure out, so I guess I'll wait.
I'm glad I came to China. But it makes me feel even less hopeful. China has done a lot to help it's own people. It's done a lot to destroy the environment. The goal of the Chinese people I have met is to consume, to have a higher standard of living. They have grown up poor, or with parents who used to be poor. They can see on television all the things they don't have and want, not only in America, but in Korea and Japan. I'm not blaming them for this desire. But they have no concept of how to do so in a way that won't harm the world and deprive others of resources, the more China consumes the more pressure is put on the whole world. And so both the current super power and most likely the next super power aren't prepared to find a new way to be.
And I don't know what to do. So I'm going to end up a social worker helping foster kids in King County or something similar. Maybe one of the kids I help can become a Ghandi, or a Martin Luther King Jr., maybe one of them can figure out to have a loud voice and make people think differently.
1 comment:
Hey there girlfriend,
This family member actually lived in a house with a composting toilet, raises her own chickens, eggs, beef, garden, lives in a passive solar house with condensed florescent lighting, heats her house with wood in a stove with a catalytic converter so she doesn't contribute to particulate emissions, drives a car that gets 35 miles to the gallon, and works for the USFWS as an environmental contaminants specialist, helping to provide safe feeding habitat for wildlife, investigating contaminant problems and making sure that the parties responsible for the mess are held liable. Take it from a completely non-conventional woman, who has fought hard for the right to be herself. It doesn’t matter what your boyfriend or his family think of your passions, if they do not understand or agree, you need to have the confidence of YOUR convictions. YOUR passions. Who YOU are. The most important relationship you will ever have in this life, is the one you have with yourself. It is not up to other people to honor your convictions. It is up to you Callie. You KICK ASS little girl and I wouldn’t have you any other way. All my love and respect. Aunt Kate.
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