Looking at this, I am reminded... There was so much Native American indigenous singing at Nevada test site... We were all holding hands, dancing in a circle. We radiated pure joy and strength. Everything was organized (meals, legal, infrastructure--there was no one "person" in charge. Good faith was the operative dynamic. The non-violent campers were contrasted by the DOE soldiers, all in military fatigues on these Mad Max dune buggies patrolling the area. Still, we felt beyond powerful. It was surreal to behold as a teenager.
Looking at this, I am reminded... There was so much Native American indigenous singing at Nevada test site... We were all holding hands, dancing in a circle. We radiated pure joy and strength. Everything was organized (meals, legal, infrastructure--there was no one "person" in charge. Good faith was the operative dynamic. The non-violent campers were contrasted by the DOE soldiers, all in military fatigues on these Mad Max dune buggies patrolling the area. Still, we felt beyond powerful. It was surreal to behold as a teenager.
This brings flashbacks of disgust and longing, every anti-feminist I ever argued with!
Good grief they were pigs!