The Red Carrot

People, people, people. George Harrison tried to reach beyond the spitefulness that separates neighbors. In 1971 he used his celebrity and influence to produce the first rock and roll charity concert, the Concert for Bangladesh. Audiences, both at New York’s Madison Square Gardens watching the show live and later kids like myself listening in by the record player were treated to performances by a Hindu, Ravi Shankar, India’s master of the sitar, as he played for the benefit of Muslim Bangladeshis. The event was a gracious gesture that focused attention on our eternal option of forgiveness and charity over strife. We could use some of this energy now.

We will ignore our differences.

In each way we say hello, we will ignore our differences.

How will you in the name of democracy continue mind numbing lies?

I’m saying it’s not about money. It’s much more about love and caring.

It’s hard for me to believe the mean hearts that rule our world. Like Lenin, many hope war, poverty, exploitation, inequity will increase to a point where we revolt, but I do not want more pain. I hope we learn.

Critics on the right, more loud than history, earn their pulpits and their spectrum using private money sprinkled to these psychopaths from foundations and golf course cash. Critics on the left earn their money at parties, whether tea or booze or music, among goddess driven suburbs until dollars amount to cheap events when media appears. But the public, you and me, gather nowhere, have no name, have sacrificed our town square for the mall. I hate you for it.

Do not think I will not love you. I will be first to leap into the air when I finally hear your voice. It is your time to speak of better things, to stop the cruel fools, to invent tomorrow again. You do not require new power.

Voice is enough to crush trumpets of arrogance, just your voice, “Hello”. Abuse will roll away. There will never be a hill we will not climb. I remember Ralph Nader said, “Don’t you see? We will crowd out the myths.

Take better. This is our voice. And the secret our footprint finds.