A message to all the fine folks at the IMC
A message for all the fine people who gave their time to the
Independent Media Center before, during, and after the Democratic
National Convention, August 14-17, 2000.
First of all, I want to give a loud shout out to all of
you. You, who were able to recognize the importance of donating
your time, your talents, and your efforts, for such meaningful
causes. You, who could find more value in your long hours of work
than a mere paycheck could justify. For, there is no value
higher than humanity and, the ability to understand this
truth far exceeds that of personal gain.
My name is Rob Morie and I, too, was there trying to do my
part amidst the hustle and confusion. You might remember me as
Rob, or you might just remember me as the guy in the rasta hat
with the "sure you can trust your government, just ask
any Indian" t-shirt. Or, maybe you don't remember me at all,
but no matter. I shall continue to face the sun whether I cast a
shadow or not.
For now, I would like to cast upon you a short moment that really stuck
out in my mind; More than the rally to save the Iraqi Children, (which
brought tears to my eyes), more than being caught up in the
middle of intense police interventions, (where one of our own
people got run over by a bike cop), even more than the
Sweatshop Workers / Immigrants rally and march (the funkiest,
most dope-smokin'-ist, good time protest I've ever
been to), was a single, uneventful matter of three or four
minutes witnessed by myself alone.
On the way out to the Sweatshop Workers' rally on Thursday,
August 17, (also the ninth wedding anniversary of my wife, Nancy, and I),
I passed a homeless man on the sidewalk outside of the
Staples Center. Hispanic, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, he
stood there with his hands together in prayer, crying. I
"Hello, sir." He said, "I am homeless."
Though his tears did not permit it, I knew he had more to say.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He did not respond. I
proceeded to explain to him that these people, the protesters,
the people carrying signs, were there for him. I said, "These
people are here from all over the world because they care for
you and for all people who suffer from misfortunes."
The man gripped his praying hands tightly, unable to make out
his feelings in words but I knew. There was a time when my wife
and I were homeless with two children and a third on the way.
Many of my friends have been homeless and to this day, many of
them remain one short step away from going back onto the streets.
I looked up to the Staples Center and my stomach turned. Why does
this have to be? Why must this man stand here, stripped of all
Now, this is the part where my reluctance steps in. I don't
want to toot my own horn, so to speak, but I cannot continue this
story without making it sound as though I do.
After a few trips on the Blue and Red Line that day, I had a
mere fifty cents to my name. I wanted to help this man, to help
take his mind off his pain and misfortune.
"Here," I told him, handing him my bottle of water,
"Please take this."
"I do not want to take from you, sir." the man said.
"Please," I responded, "I want you to have this.
It's very hot and I do not want you to get heat stroke out here.
It is very important to me that you have this. Take it, please."
He reluctantly took the bottle of water and thanked me. I didn't
feel that I deserved the thanks.
I was soon on my way again, bitter at the sight of the Staples
Center and all the people coming and going from within. It makes
me sick when they say they want a better America but do whatever
they can to avoid the people whose lives really need help. Every
time I see a golf course or a wal-mart parking lot, it puts a bitter
taste in my mouth to imagine how all that wasted land could be used to
benefit the homeless.
I was ashamed; ashamed of myself and ashamed of my country,
and given a much better appreciation of the flag burning I'd
witnessed the day before. When an American flag is burned, it
represents a sort of retribution for all the people who have been
burned by the corporate government and all it's greed. It does
not say "we hate America". I love America and will
always stand by my fellow American, even if I am labeled by some
as an upstart for caring enough to criticize it. For, I have
always believed in the Korean War motto, "FREEDOM ISN'T
FREE!" We have just begun to pay the price, and we
should not be afraid to march forward en route to a better
tomorrow for every one of our Mother Earth's children.
In closing, let me just say this:
Before I moved to L.A. a few weeks ago, I lived in a low-income
area in southern Wisconsin where hopelessness and apathy towards
these issues ran amok. Coming here and working with the IMC has
been one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. I
implore you all, Please don't let this end. When you all
go home to your respective cities and countries, don't forget why
you were here, and don't assume that there's enough being done
without you. Most of all, don't let me slip back into my
apathetic shell of hopelessness. email me, Visit my web page,
drop me a line. I love you all; You are a bright beacon of
hope in such darkened times. Okay, enough with the stoopid
metaphors. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Peace, Love, and POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
LE ESTOY MUY AGRADECIDO
-Rob "Jack Of Slack" Morie
I want to thank the independent media center as well as those members of the media and general public who contribute to the website. After experiencing each day of the convention via the streets, I have been able to log on to la.indymedia.org and find out the truth about protests, issues, police misconduct, you name it.
You provide an extrememly valuable service to the community and to democracy in general. I have been spreading the word from the moment I attended the Shadow Convention at Patriotic Hall. More people need to see, hear, and read what is happening in LA and around the country.
Once again, thank you for your commitment to justice and awareness.
Costa Mesa, CA
I want to add my appreciation for all the hard work that went into the Indy Media Center efforts. Other obligations have kept me away from Seattle, DC, Philly and LA, even as I had friends who went and marched. IMC is a vital link in building a new society, far better than the one we have. IMC lets everyone participate in the building of a vision of a society which includes everyone and leaves no one behind.
Everyone can help keep the ball rolling by doing what they can in their own communities. Locally, we have an active LPFM radio movement and folks rying to organize our own Indy media Center. It needs to be done everywhere, in order to destroy the root of corporate power, their domination of the media. Think about it and then act to bring an IMC to your own town soon.