Georgia on my mind

Tonight I get on a bus at Georgetown and drive all night with
students to Georgia, arriving in Columbus at some ungodly hour for
the commencement of the three day School of the
Americas protest.

I'm pretty excited, as I've never gotten to go to this protest,
usually due to lack of money/time/accomodations. The only irritating
thing is that the Youth/Student caucus is at the same time at the
keynote, given by one of my favorite people in this world - Elizabeth
"Betita" Martinez. She's an amazing Xicana activist who was involved
with SNCC, started the Institute for Multi-Racial Justice, and is a
prolific author - my words don't do her justice. Why am I stuck in a
different hotel, giving a workshop on media basics, instead of with
all my fellow youth/students listening to her speech? The only answer
I received to this question involved logistics and not wanting to
conflict with the benefit concert. No diss to the musicians, but
they're playing all weekend. This was the overriding decision of the
conference call of Youth/Student planners, and I must say that
indicates that we all have a lot of work to do here in
student-organization-land.

On Sunday night, we leave Fort Benning for DC, but my co-organizer
Tamara and I get dropped off in Durham, NC at some ungodly hour. That
seems to be a new theme in my life, ungodly hours. We then
participate in a rally at UNC-Chapel Hill, meet with some awesome NC
organizers, and head home from Raleigh-Durham airport.

On a side note, if you haven't heard from me in a while, it's because
MY LAPTOP DIED. Oh, yes. It's now in Memphis getting its logic board
replaced. I've managed not to freak out too much, but all my email
was downloaded onto it, so no replies from me. And I have a mild flu.
But other than that, I'm truckin'.

At some point, I'll have the brain space to write actual articles,
which was the purpose of this darn blog, but it's de/evolved into
more of a travelogue. There are worse things, right?