Ft Morgan Colorado - a beginning
I go in search of wireless internet to three coffee shops, with tons of large pick-up trucks lining the street, filled with hostile white men of all ages chatting, hanging out, eating cholesterol and sipping lousy coffee. I wonder where the hell are all the women?
I spot a couple of shops that sport Spanish signs! I finally find the ‘espresso’ shot that is wireless so here I am – not far from Senator Salazar’s office.
I weep this morning as I read about the 4 u.s. soldiers and the 5 iraqi brothers who have been killed. I can’t help it. Everyone is staring anyway yet they politely ignore my tears.
A white woman finally walks in, briskly ignores me, and grabs a couple of coffees to go. I wonder what the women are doing while the men are hanging out? hmmmm
I wonder if anyone will show up this morning. I talked with a couple of womyn last nite at the hotel, workers, and urged them to come. I wonder what response I will get when I hold up my sign. I already got one finger and one thumbs down. We’ll see!