Report Three
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Bike for Global Democracy |
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Our
final weekend in Florida was Jacksonville, which was an experience quite different from
everything we had encountered thus far. Our generous hosts, Mike and Linda Plummer,
treated us to a great dinner with a group of UUs with whom we have a special affinity. In addition to an appreciation of Earth Charter
values, UU principles, and all those good things, these folks have a passion for
bicycling! Ed Napier, the most adventuresome
fellow at the party, even proved to a seasoned hiker, better acquainted than we are with
the Olympic Mountains of Washington State. Unlike
previous evenings, the conversation was not devoted to politics. For an hour or two we even managed to forget there
was a war going on while we exchanged stories of adventure and the beauty of Mother Earth. On
Sunday morning at the UU church of Jacksonville we presented our views on Earth Charter
and global democracy to a sharp, spirited group of UUs who meet every week for a
discussion forum. Here is a basic question that evokes many fears: What is this
global democracy really going to look like? One man suggested that it could be mob
rule. Others are fearful that democracy would be just a veneer, with powerful economic and
military interests pulling the strings. Our
task as global citizens is to help create this democracy in a way that prevents these
extremes. Our
answer is that global democracy must be done through an international process that deals
forthrightly with legitimate fears. It must
proceed to lay the foundations step by step, not all at once, so that corrections can be
made when problems develop. Every new treaty, every new international organization or
endeavor, is such a step. But when taking the big step of initiating a world parliament,
then the many experiments world wide in deep democracy must also be
considered. To us, this means more informed and deliberative ways of connecting citizens
to government. Three examples are the citizen
jury to evaluate proposals, local assemblies to prioritize budgets, and voting based on
the ranking alternatives. We
were surprised to find pro-war sentiment even among some Jacksonville UUs. One woman said, I hope there is some wisdom
to this war. Mona was left tongue-tied
by that statement because her natural response would have been, Wisdom is to
investigate the facts and the history and what officials say off-the-record, not to
believe what Bush says in public. But that comment would have been insensitive in
view of the fact that her son is a helicopter pilot in the war. Jacksonville
seemed to be our stepping off place from Florida to the real deep south. Although our bike truck, as Mona calls
it, is always a great conversation piece, business has really boomed here. Perhaps we have neglected to describe our
big rig. We are traveling on a sleek blue Bike Friday travel tandem, pulling a
suit-case trailer with a backpack on top (the entire bike disassembles into the suit case
for air travel, a fact which always astounds). Our
Bike for Global Democracy banner is draped over the load. Virtually
everyone stops to ask where we are going and what were about. This gives us plenty of opportunity to hand out
brochures and talk about the Earth Charter and global democracy. This occurs most often in front of small town food
stores. Thats where we meet and talk
with a representative sampling of the population. We
have found ordinary working people to be very receptive to our ideas. Some are so eager to talk with us that its
sometimes hard to get away and resume our slow northerly progress. Mona
was especially pleased with the responses of people she spoke with at her book signing in
B. Daltons at a Jacksonville mall. A
frequent response was, Oh, its about peace! Thats what we need right
now! She had a sense that many were not
well educated poor people who sacrificed to buy Alien Child
for $12.95. Upon
crossing the border from Florida into Georgia this week, we noted a couple of changes. We passed through several small towns that were
apparently a lot poorer than we had visited in Florida. Some even had fallen down
buildings that might have been bombed, or at least burned.
Even some of the occupied buildings were in various stages of disrepair. We
also noted a welcome change. In Florida we
always had to eat our snack while seated on the sidewalk or grass in front of the store. In Georgia, we found comfortable benches or even
picnic tables. Besides providing for more
sanitary meals, such facilities make far better venues for chatting with folks and
spreading our message. So in at least one small way the storekeepers of Georgia are
contributing to the future of earth community and a better world. So great a mission for a humble wooden bench! We
spent our first two nights in Georgia in what felt in some ways like home. As some of you know, in Washington State we have a
vacation cabin right next to the Trident Submarine Base at Bangor. In Georgia we stayed at the campground at Crooked
River State Park, which is right next door to Bangors counterpart, the other Trident
Base at Kings Bay. This base is
surrounded by the same high barbed wire topped fences with the same No
Trespassing signs. The main gate at
this one is adorned with the upper half of a full sized black Trident Sub, which appears
to be emerging ominously out of the depths of Mother Earth. Aside
from that, the natural world surrounding the eastern Trident Base is as lush with verdant
tranquility as the one back home, and it is just as hard to imagine that this place could
have any relationship to nuclear holocausts or mushroom clouds. Biking into the park was a sail into the essence
of peace, that is until the other big cloud hit. No,
it wasnt the cloudburst early on the morning of our departure when we were trying to
pack up. It was the thick, black cloud of
stinging, biting gnats that descended upon us during the thunderstorm. They stabbed and bit everywhere face,
hands, arms, legs, even our scalps, oblivious of our thick hair. Their merciless assault immobilized us. George
Bush could easily take out the Iraqi Republican Guard if he knew how to harness such a
weapon. As
previously mentioned, we are taking a few days off to explore the islands just off the
coast of Georgia. These are graced with miles
of sunny beaches, sand dunes, marsh lands, and tropical forests adorned with Spanish moss
on live oaks and palmetto undergrowth. At the
turn of the century these beautiful places had fallen into the hands of wealthy robber
barons like the Carnegies, Morgans, and Rockefellers, so a prominent feature of these
visits have been ruins and even beautifully restored mansions, left now to be viewed and
appreciated by the citizenry. Demilitarize national security systems to
the level of a non-provocative defense posture, and convert military resources to peaceful
purposes, including ecological restoration. Our Mission is: - Dick Burkhart & Mona Lee |
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