Thursday, February 22, 2007
Interview w/ Carly Miller ~ CLOTHING OF THE AMERICAN MIND ~ Echo Park
Clothing of the American Mind ~ 1284 Sunset Blvd. Echo Park, CA ~ (213) 481-2004
I don’t know about other women, but there comes a day when, hearing another girlfriend moan about commitment-phobes, and finding yourself once again justifying my…I mean, their behavior, you realize it’s time to ditch your tomboy days, become a real woman, and commit to someone, or at least something, greater than yourself.
“Why not take refuge in Buddhist precepts?” was my first thought. I had been living by them for years now anyway, being broke and far off-the-mainstream path. I didn’t have to agree with everything, my critical mind would have to endure, I could still think for myself. I joined a silent retreat to meditate upon this most serious decision. I promised, in writing, to observe the facility’s three rules: no lying, no killing of insects, and no engaging in sexual activity. I moved into an adorable cabin, absolutely thrilled by this chance to show my undying commitment. Maybe I was a little too excited. I quickly fell from my Buddhist Nirvana, deep in the woods on day three, when a beautiful male deer lunched near my humble shack, sunbeams striking me, warming me, through the trees like Cyclops’ laser, dissolving what little clothing I could stand to wear in the first place. Something about the deer’s big, brown eyes, and the way this proud buck stood so perfectly erect, rekindled vivid memories of my latest fling.
Accepting what a bad little Buddhist I’d make, I decided, instead, to take refuge in the Democratic Party back in Los Angeles. I called the neighborhood branch of my soon-to-be unit and told the lady who answered that I wanted to join them. What would I have to do to be invited into this esteemed house?
“We pay $5,” the lady blurted. (awkward silence) “There must be some mistake. You don’t understand. I want to earn this. This is a big step I’m taking in my life. I want to prove myself worthy. Tell me I will be grilled for hours by the Central Committee, tell me I have to hike up Mount Kennedy, tell me I have to go to Democrat School for two years… “We pay 5 bucks.” As usual, when I don’t get my way, the repressed bigot in me took over. “Is this legal?” What she meant was they were paying volunteers $5 to register people to vote on street corners. “What about me? How do I become a Democrat?” “You gotta register to vote.” “I’m not a citizen.” “Then you can’t be a Democrat.” You can’t say I didn’t try.
When meeting Carly Miller at the store CLOTHING OF THE AMERICAN MIND, filled with haberdashery virulently opposed to the war, my conflicted thoughts on U.S. troop extraction, and just about every other topic, felt instantly like half-hearted cop-outs under the gaze shining intensely from this 21st-century crusader. My ‘Joan of Echo P-Arc’ wore a “STOP WARS” T-shirt and denims, her pure heart emblazoned by fiery dedication to the progressive cause, and a stone-solid conviction that we need to bring U.S. troops home that I can only dream of having. I sat down with Carly last month while she was getting ready to go to Washington DC for the January 28 anti-war march for a chat.
(Carly & Taamy)
LA Taco: I met you after the screening of THE GROUND TRUTH and the Q&A you organized here. You told me you wanted to do more than just putting a bumper sticker on your car to support the troops. The first thought that came to my mind was: “or wearing a T-shirt.” Is there a difference?
Carly Miller: With a T-shirt, you can’t go through a whole day without someone making a comment. So you can physically start a dialog, whereas a bumper sticker is something you stick on your car, and people see and it gets the message out there, but it’s not really doing anything. For me, it’s trying to get the troops home. This week, we’re going to D.C. for anti-war demonstrations, and we are meeting with our Congressmen on Monday to talk to them about these things. To me that’s really getting active.







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