maundy thursday

i started with one short pass and then decided because of traffic and visibility to keep to just the front of the church where the sign is and the entrance.

there was one honk and wave, and one man with his children (!) who said they had seen me many days and decided to ask.

being mindful of how to tell the story with children made me forget to mention some of the salient bits, but it's ok, i guess.

the larger objective is not to convince everybody, but to tell the truth and keep telling it until the general perception of the williston federated church is forever intertwined with the image of the protest.

as long as there is no substantive effort to make right the culture of silence, nobody gets to begin the long hard work of erasing the assault and the story of it from cultural memory.

tonight while i walked i chose to sing "were you there?" but set to new words that described fairly bluntly the assault.

it is not particularly important that people hear the words; just that they knew i was singing that song.

you know, the one they end the maundy thursday service with inside.

"all are welcome at this table", the fraudulent pastor says.

well, no, all aren't welcome. if someone from the church assaults and then subsequently stalks you, you're only welcome as long as you don't talk about it.

the perpetrator is still welcome there.

were you there when his tongue was in my mouth?
were you there when his tongue was in my mouth?
oooooohhh- sometimes it makes me want to vomit, 
vomit,
vomit.
were you there when his tongue was in my mouth?

i don't ever want them to be able to use that music again without being reminded of it.