Yeah, really, in the back of my creaky Volvo station wagon, there are no less than half a dozen protest signs in there at all times. Y’know, just in case. Hey, I live in a very liberal and politically engaged community and what with the war and all, you just never know when a spontaneous protest is going to erupt. And well, a girl ought to be prepared!
So what’s my sign? Well, let’s see, back there I’ve got the general “Moms for Peace” and the tried but true “Stop the War.” I’ve also got a lovely, blown-up and laminated family portrait surrounded by the words “Another Family For Peace” (which still makes my children cringe whenever I wear it around town. Or around Chicago . . . which I actually did . . . for an ENTIRE MONTH . . . but that’s another story). But I always enjoy a bit of humor in a political statement, so I also have “What part of Stop The War don’t they get?” – which I made after the big changes ushered in by the mid-term election failed to usher in any big changes. Then I’ve got the holiday-themed “When Jesus said ‘Love thy enemy’ he probably meant don’t kill them. Merry Christmas.” Oh, there’s also the soon-to-be retired “All We Are Saying . . . is Give Impeachment A Chance!”
An then, of course, there’s “Lesbians for Eve.”
My friend – who is a lesbian and has a wicked sense of humor – got so riled up watching me lead an anti-war rally one day, that she took my “Stop The War” sign and penned “Lesbians for Eve” on the back and led her own impromptu rally. (Did I tell you I live in a fun place?) After that demonstration, I tucked my sign back into my car and went on with my life (nothing to see here, citizens). Happened upon another anti-war demonstration a few weeks later. And with my handy-dandy, all purpose, Stop The War sign, I joined the crowd. Made my way to the front of the crowd and held my sign up over my head (because I was really intent on stopping the war this time). Two women came up behind me. Tapped me on the shoulder. Pointed to the backside of my sign, where prominently displayed above my head was “Lesbians for Eve.” And gave me a questioning look . . . or maybe it was a glare.
Yes, I guess I have quite a collection of political signs. But without a doubt, my real sign has always been: The Peace Sign. So, what’s your sign?