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The Power of Power

If you have ever had a deeply spiritual moment when you just knew that all you believed in was in fact true…If you have ever looked at someone and known with absolute clarity that they are your soul mate…If you have ever stood in the presence of a great person, and known with total confidence that they are the real thing…

Such feelings rarely happen, but I am told that when they do, they are a moment of total clarity and that this is an awesomely powerful moment.

Last week, I was in Washington DC for work. We were able to sneak in a bit of sightseeing, a couple of monuments, and they were beautiful and poignant, even if I primarily discovered I possess a woeful ignorance of American history.

But when my work schedule had finished, a colleague invited me to meet a friend who works on Capitol Hill. We would get a tour and spend a few minutes chatting with him.


Now I am no great admirer of this or any American government that I have experienced. But there was something incredibly powerful as we approached the Hill. We received a tour by a young tour guide, who was articulate and proud. He peppered his descriptions with caveats, jokes and stories. But he never strayed from the responsibility and the gravitas that he felt he was representing something sacred.

We were introduced to the new statue of Rosa Parks, which stands near a small room that contains a bathroom, library and I am not sure what else, but it is only for the women representatives. Is there a nearer, more convenient bathroom for women? Of course there is. Women have been leaders here for 97 years. A proper woman’s facility was installed in 2008. 

Then we met my friend’s friend, who works for a senator. He was a real-life West Wing person, only incredibly human. But between the jokes and the explanations, it became abundantly clear that he is deeply excited and honored to be a part of something special. He feels the thrill, every morning when he leaves the train station and sees the capitol building anew. He calls his senator ‘my boss,’ but does so with genuine love and reverence.

I would not consider myself someone impressed by beautiful domes, excited by statues and paintings, and especially not intrigued by men and women (but mostly men) in suits and ties with cell phones wrapped to their ears.

But there was something very powerful in the air: a sense of purpose, a sense of duty and responsibility. I know. I know, we are all so critical of these people and for good reason, but when you stand there under the great dome, in the marble halls, where numerous statues of great men and women stare down at you daring you to take courageous steps, you cannot but feel profoundly inspired.


You feel the presence of greatness, past and present, and it gives you hope for the future.

I have lived in the US for eight years, helped in two Presidential campaigns with only a twinge of remorse that I cannot vote. I have cheered my city’s team in the Superbowl and the baseball “world” (really?) championships without really understanding the rules or what we are eating.

I have criticized and campaigned against shameful flaws in this society. I have written novels where, under the guise of fiction, I have vented my anger at certain shameful traits of this society.

I have, I know, also seen beautiful mountains, lakes, forests, and oceans, but somehow they seem an act of God or something spiritual – beyond the realm of man.

But here on the Hill I met something built by the American nation. I experienced the heart of democracy and freedom, and for an hour, I truly felt its very pulse.


And I want to feel more. My friend turned to me and said: ‘how can you not want to run for office, to be a part of this energy?’ He had felt it too and I told him on the spot that if he ran, I would write his speeches. We laughed, but a small part of me was serious (he would be – actually already is – a very good leader by the way). 

I am now back in California, in the city I love. But I have undergone a transformative change. I will campaign in the next Presidential election as a citizen and I will cast my vote. This month, I will begin the long path to citizenship.

After eight critical years, I no longer want to be an outsider looking in. I want to be a part. Even if that means learning American Football rules for when the ’49ers reach the Superbowl again next year.

I want to feel that heartbeat again, the exhilarating synergy of freedom and democracy. It makes what I write about, in my novels and my blog, all the more relevant. It makes me want to belong.


Alon Shalev writes social justice-themed novels and YA epic fantasy. He swears there is a connection. His latest books include: Unwanted Heroes and At The Walls Of Galbrieth. Alon tweets at @alonshalevsf and @elfwriter.  


Wall Street – A Long-Term Occupation? – Tom Rossi

The Occupy Wall Street Movement, which significantly includes Occupy Oakland, Occupy San Francisco, and many other locations, is facing its biggest test, so far – winter. Not just the season winter, but a variation of the proverbial, “winter of (our) discontent.” 

I had written before that the movement’s only weapon was persistence, and this of course implies a measured amount of patience (but not complacency). Without a doubt, the goal of the “forces that be” is to make the Occupy movement into a fad, and then make it go away. The weather will test the resolve of Occupiers and we shall soon see if it’s a fad or not. Here’s a hint… it’s not.

But what might turn out to be a bigger threat is impatience – both on the part of city governments and Occupiers themselves. Cities all over America have used various tactics, including ridiculously inappropriate force, to “evict” Occupiers from the camps they have established as bases from which to get the issues noticed. Some of these tactics have been just effective enough to diminish the potential impact of the camps, even if they still survive through mutation and adaptation.

The impatience of the cities (and the police), along with the lack of any observable improvement in the ways in which our country operates, has led to some impatience among the Occupiers as well. This was inevitable, but this winter will be the test. If the movement survives, it will take root and become legitimate.

Occupiers are essentially the Rosa Parks of our time. Any observer of the civil rights movement will tell you that her brave moment sparked something incredible. But her courage certainly didn’t accomplish anything overnight. The civil rights movement has been decades in the process and is by no means over.

During World War I, as the opposing forces dug into trenches in France, the Allied forces had presumed that those positions would be fleeting – that one way or another, things would change soon. The Central forces, on the other hand, assumed there would be a long, drawn-out battle. As a result, the Allies lived the entire time in mud, with diseases like trenchfoot all to common, whereas the Central trenches were relatively luxurious, with electricity, etc. If the Central supply lines had not all passed through a bottleneck that was vulnerable to an Allied attack, the war could have dragged on for years longer with an unknown result.

Get comfortable. This will be a long, bloody (not literally, I hope) fight. Occupiers have to find the balance between imperative and acceptance. The change demanded by the Occupy Movement will take decades. It will involve fundamental shifts in ingrained patterns of thought. It will involve wresting power from the powerful. Who could have thought this would be easy?

-Tom Rossi


Tom Rossi is a commentator on politics and social issues. He is a Ph.D. student in International Sustainable Development, concentrating in natural resource and economic policy. Tom greatly enjoys a hearty debate, especially over a hearty pint of Guinness.

Tom also posts on thrustblog.blogspot.com


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