Yes, I am a product of the ‘80s. It’s mostly evident in the music I like and listen to when the world gets to be too much. Even Josh loves ‘80s music. This comes in handy when we’re on long road trips like the one I’m planning for Mother’s Day weekend. (I’d say we’re planning, but I can’t tell him we’re going until the day before…)
Today he had posted a song by Corey Hart – Never Surrender. I had to listen to that one. It sums up how I feel about my “everyday advocacy.”
“And nobody wants to know you now
And nobody wants to show you how”
The new technology has made life simpler in some ways. Remember, I grew up when we didn’t have computers or cell phones. Learning to use Twitter has enlightening me and given me a new outlet for my activism.
One of the dedicated Thursday night Tweeters showed me how to use the phrases already trending to catch more people’s attention. Like today, #IWishIWas showed up in the trending box. I used it to create:
#IWishIWas The person in charge of conducting an independent investigation - oh wait! That's @DougGansler #JusticeForEthan http://chn.ge/11Ime8X
“With a little perseverance
You can get things done”
“And when the night is cold and dark
You can see, you can see light
'Cause no one can take away your right
To fight and to never surrender
To never surrender”
And we see a beloved family member, someone who could have been our child, killed by strangers for no reason.
We know we HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.
This new technology brings all these stories to our doorstep - into our living rooms and our lives. We are all connected in ways that someone like me, a product of the 80’s, could never have imagined. Now that we’re here, and we find out that there is still so much injustice, so much misunderstanding, we look for new ways to do something.
To make a difference.
To reach even one person, change even one mind.
For me, I try to make use of the new technology, and the ‘old ways.’ I blog, tweet, email, and post. I’ll write and send “snail mail.” I’ll ‘go home’ to be where I can be seen and see others. I’ll set off balloons, and talk to reporters. I’ll hug the family that I met when times were simpler, and our outlook on life was less jaded, more optimistic. I share their pain and outrage.
Not doubt I’ll come back even more determined.
I’ll NEVER SURRENDER the idea that small acts of defiance can change the status quo.