26/04/2022
Bill said he was going to na**lm a dog.
Bill said he was going to na**lm a dog “For your amusement and edification.” Everyone was invited, and there was no admission charge. Bill said he was going to na**lm the dog in front of the student union building on April 22, 1970 at noon.
He said.
Noon came, and hundreds gathered to protest Bill’s announced na**lming of an innocent dog. They were intent on stopping Bill by any means necessary. Police were out in force. The County Prosecutor kept watch. An animal welfare officer, dressed in official animal welfare officer uniform, waited, with collar and leash in hand, to take the dog into protective custody. A little old lady handed out flyers for the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.
Bill, dressed in a suit and tie, arrived at noon.
Bill addressed the crowd. Scientifically, objectively, clinically, he described na**lm and it’s effects on flesh. The crowd directed its anger at Bill.
Bill asked the crowd “How many of you have come here today to see me na**lm a dog?”
The crowd booed.
Bill asked the crowd “How many of you are willing to take action to stop me from na**lming the dog?”
The crowd growled and shook their fists.
Bill said:
“I have some news for you. There is no na**lm. There is no dog.
“You’ve come to stop me from committing a very immoral act. Good for you. But realize, it’s not happening to just one dog, it’s happening to tens of thousands of people compliments of the U.S. military, and we don’t seem to hear their screams. And just because it’s on the other side of the world doesn’t make it any less real or any less painful. So please, take your wonderful morality and apply it to the war in Vietnam and not just to this protest here today.”
“Thank you for your morality.”
There was silence. Then applause. Bill walked quietly through the crowd back to his dorm room.
Without violence, without argument or shouted slogans, with only a creative mind, an eye for guerrilla theatre, and a sense of humour, Bill made his point and got others to look at and see things in a way they hadn’t before.
Twelve days later, May 4th, 1970, two hundred yards to the east of where Bill had spoken, students gathered and acted on their morality, protesting the expansion of the Vietnam War into Cambodia. That afternoon, 13 students shed their blood, shot by the National Guard. 4 died.
Bill was among the demonstrators there on May 4th, 1970, protesting the war and the National Guard’s presence at Kent State University. Bill was not shot, but the trauma scarred Bill for life.
Bill spent most of his career teaching high school in inner-city Cleveland. Bill struggled with his mental health, and he shared his struggles openly. Bill never let go his commitment to the cause of peace and social justice. Bill’s most recent cause was freedom for the people of Ukraine. Bill travelled to Ukraine several times, working with refugees from the war in the Donbas, and serving as an election monitor. Bill Arthrell died in a car accident earlier this year.
Live in power, rest In peace.
Bill Arthrell.
¡Presente! -Posted by Howard Crombie.
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Community creates trauma... The person(Bill) suffers this sickness until the community can stand, confront and own their abominations.
Victims(Bill) are tortured in the gap of consciousness between knowing and championing what is consciously right in their time, a what nonsense prevails on and on in the community.
The community projects onto the person/s what they refuse to accept, and this often manifests as disturbances and illnesses in the individual/s.
Warriors have this capacity more than anything else to stand and face, no matter what the damage or potential death.
Think Julian Assange, Nelson Mandela and even the Kennedy brothers. These warriors often stay with us, getting relief and resolution generations later when the community has enough pain to finally face themselves.
Bill's illness is this burden he's carrying, the burden the community refuses to acknowledge, confront and carry for themselves. For Bill, this community energetic distorts life from flowing freely.
So is Bill sick? Hell yes and hell no, his community is, and he's reflecting back to them their sickness. He's badass in ways you can't imagine. Imagine being that big, you could step in and hold such an energetic, in-part.
Bill still has to take responsibility for who he is, how these energies affect him and his own personal balance. In this context, we would see this one healing path as a journey of power. He also on this journey discovers he's not the victim.
So if you suffer this unsolvable illness, emotional distress or dis-ease, maybe you're badass as well. Maybe your ancestor pioneered this leap in consciousness, like Bill, and your illness/community problems are actually his, and you're unwittingly trying to resolve his trauma. That is how it works. That's why you can't fix it, because you have to fix it with Bill.
See you at an event when you're audacious enough to step into who you really are.
True. Come and meet your badass!
Warm regards,
Brad and Caroline
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