We just moved to a new neighborhood (a bit more working class than the last one), and I've started talking to the neighbors about Bush, the war, etc. This older guy across the street, a former school teacher and present member of the Gray Panthers (didn't know they were still around), and I got into a long conversation last weekend, and he said he was as dejected as he's ever felt in a lifetime of activism. He can't even watch TV anymore because of the propaganda barrage. And something from way back just clicked in me, back from when I spoke to dejected activists in church basements in Brooklyn and the like, and I gave one of the most animated pep talks I've given since my FAIR days. And as I spoke, I saw his eyes light up and a smile emerge. "Thanks," he said, "I needed to hear that. There is hope."
As Noam once said, if you think there's no hope, you guarantee there won't be.
DP