  I'm never shopping at Kroger or Publix or a chain "grocery store" again. Never is a strong word. But hunger is a strong hurt, dignity stripped from you like the peel of a banana, leaving your soft muscles exposed. There are ways of dying that hurt less than ways we make people live. It's not guilt I'm feeling, I assure myself.
It's humility, it's anger. I need to rip myself from this teat of American agribusiness, which has been feeding me lies, packaged ever so nicely and 100% guaranteed. I'm ashamed that I have bags of pre-washed and pre-cut lettuce in my refrigerator. I am ashamed by the convenience of my complicity. In the urlLink film we saw last night hosted by the urlLink Atlanta Independent Media Center , the line that stuck out the most for me was (something like), "Why do we think we know what's best for the world?
" I agree. I've been saying that in one form or another since this war started. I don't claim to know what is best for anyone else; I barely even do what's right for me. But I need to start. For a woman, age 27, who is overweight, has chronic anemia, and is about to lose an ovary (surgery postponed till August), I need to start. I'm only human and I will try to do what is humanly possible. Which is a lot, actually. 
