Arriving in Paris I had butterflies in my stomach, right off the bat I was going to meet several people for the first time that I’d been working with online for months. Walking into the terminal at Charles DeGaulle airport Kate, Fred, and Robert were all waiting for me and flagged me down. We all connected and briefly walked to the car. Along the way there I quickly learned how difficult communication was going to be as my good friend Kate really spoke no English at all. I learned that Fred was pretty good with English, and we were lucky as it made many things a lot easier over the course of my next week in France.
Our first stop that day was the alliance jaune headquarters in Paris. We met several people there working on the yellow party’s campaign for the election may 26. Robert had a nice conversation with the woman about the failed RIC attempts that had been made in Utah while i still took in the gravity of what we were doing. I quickly got hungry so we all went to get some lunch and ended up at a KFC elsewhere in Paris where Fred bought us all lunch. The walk there was a shocking site as even with no protests that day we saw motorcades of military police that stretched entire blocks patrolling the city. At the KFC I was introduced to the huge change to European fast food restaurants – you now only order food from an automated terminal at all chains.
Over the meal Fred explained a lot to us about the election. He explained how the EU was supposed to be a good thing. After world war 2 the EU was sold to the french as a means of preventing wars like that, and came with many perks. He continued to also explain one specific downside to give an example of the complex situation. On one hand travelling to other countries is easier, but it can make the taxation unfair. In France employers have to pay a special tax on the wages they give employees. If a worker is paid $1000 euro, then the employer must pay $750 euro to the government. If the employer hires someone from a country like Poland then they are exempt from the tax. Many employers have now chosen to stop hiring french employees because it is cheaper and they likened it to our corporations choosing to hire undocumented workers to get around labor laws. Fred explained how he could envision many ways to stay in the EU and correct the issues but with many things, it may not work, and everyone had different opinions.
With their model, they had a plan that was an embodiment of the compromise in political stance between the younger generation and the older. In France there were many divides I witnessed people trying to work through. The biggest was between the elders wanting to fix the system and the young people wanting something new. Through the platform of the “yellow card” they could ideally move towards the RIC, and start fixing problems. Fred explained how the election process worked and even the steepness of the challenge ahead. In France they had 33 parties competing for this election, but they vote quite a bit differently than we do in America. Here the parties run candidates and we vote on the individual but there they vote on the party itself. Each party will create a list containing one member from each area of Paris. As people vote on each list the percentage of people are pulled proportionally from each list to serve in a portion of the parliament. He explained further how even at that point the representatives cannot create laws. Laws are proposed to parliament by a body no citizens vote for and these officials that are elected can only vote on these proposals.
After lunch we made a quick stop at the headquarters again and then drove to my friend Timothee’s house in Montargis where we’d stay for the next week. Before getting to the home we stopped at a local discount food store LIDL for a few things, and saw a GJ camp across the street. I would later learn how almost every group had at least one of these “camps”. A simple thing, these two had a pop up tent that they sat under located to the side of a rotary by the highway off-ramp. They placed signs all around the road where drivers would honk in support as they passed. The two men here explained how they had been arrested in the city for taking the french flags off the government buildings and returning them to the people. When he was caught, he was banned from Paris and each weekend he now has to check in with the sheriff. He responded by occupying the round point in Montargis on weekdays instead.
That evening we shared a social drink and all sat down for an exquisite home cooked meal. Timothee’s dad had prepared several soups for us with Tim’s wife. We shared some very interesting discussion over the meal with Fred, and Kate before they left. That night I spent a while talking to Timothee about philosophy and it was this evening I had one of my first revelations. He had briefly touched on how they use the same phrases “sleeping” and “wake up” the way we do. I believe he posed it like a question: “what do you think people do while they are out there each Saturday?” He explained to me for the first time that evening how the manifests themselves had actually become a tool to increase awareness of the members. As people talk to each other every Saturday they share ideas and grow. As philosophy meets collaboration the collective as a whole rises and better ideas naturally flourish. Where everything is vibrations (on a deep level), that the togetherness and sharing of ideas could actually be the most important element because people need to grow. We went to bed fairly early that night as there was a big project coming up the next day and we’d need to be up early.
The first whole day in France was the only day I was in Paris that I woke up earlier than Robert if I remember correctly. I took a trip with Tim, his wife, and a friend of his to a farm in the country side where posters for the alliance jaune were being distributed. The campaign posters were to be delivered all over the country and were arriving on a big truck. We unloaded something like 50,000 posters on palates and placed them in vans that arrived from all the big cities in the country. After dinner that night, Robert and I went out and explored Montargis at night and talked to many of the locals and discussed the Gilet Jaune with a bunch of people. We met people who both supported them, and others who didn’t. The next morning was manifest but we still ended up being out pretty late.
While in Montargis we were lucky enough to get a tour of the town. There was a large castle that we toured the outside of that had been converted into a school. We could see for miles from the top of the castle walls. Montargis is called the Venice of France by some due to its canal system and we followed them around the town. We saw a park where it was said that communism was birthed, and that Mao had spent extensive time in this town. The only museum was that of Chinese history and many toured here to see it. All in all this was one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen in my life. Timothee’s father was a teacher and we were lucky to have such kind and warm hosts while we spent our first week in the country.
The next day I slept in and had initially planned to go to a different town than Paris with Timothee. When I found in the morning he had other things required of him that day I contacted Robert. I thought he had already been in Paris but he was still at the train station in town waiting for a ride from Fred. I walked over to the station and we all rode to go to the manifest in Paris. We picked Kate up on our way to the city and traveled about an hour to the location where the manifestants were. It had been raining off and on much of the day which resulted in there being less people at the first location. We had to walk through a small park to get to the area where the GJ’s danced in the street. Horde’s of police lined the street in all black but let us enter safely.
Once we got to the crowd I saw a solitary car in the center of the road blasting bob Marley music while the protesters danced happily. Both sides of the road were blocked with police vehicles and officers. Everywhere small clicks of average people in vests ate, drank, and socialized. I saw nobody directly hassling the officers at this location, in fact most paid them no mind. A few individuals paraded a banner, others flew flags, and some sang chants through a megaphone. The large majority of people seemed to just be socializing and sharing ideas and stories. Eventually the officers moved in slowly and began to force the crowd out of the area. Fred explained that we had to leave but the group planned to reconvene in another location. As we walked back to the car we met a group of people headed where we were and talked a bit. We explained how we were actual yellow vest’s from america and saw all their faces light up with joy.
We next traveled to La Place De Republique on the other side of Paris. Already the streets were lined with hundreds of police officers. The all wore body armor, helmets, and carried shields and large guns. We passed safely to the square and my jaw dropped immediately. First, there were two box trucks equipped with massive exterior speakers blasting EDM music from live DJ’s. Crowds of young people drank beer and danced intensely on both sides of the central monument. Almost unnoticed at first, a much larger crowd of GJ’s quickly amassed the monument. As people arrived Robert flew our flag next to a man who held one of the flags reclaimed from the government buildings. A man came up to Robert and was very angry we were flying our flag but Robert did a wonderful job explaining our intentions and he left. The man with the french flag had a much more reasonable response and the two of them chatted while I filmed the crowd a bit. They set off yellow smoke and hung vests from the monument and called for the crowd to march.
We marched along with our flag in the crowd of a thousand or more people. We were very close to the back of the crowd and quickly realized we needed to run as we begun to hear explosions behind us. Flag in hand we hustled forward as the explosions continued. There was a moment when I looked over my shoulder and actually caught a glimpse of an exploding flash ball just feet behind me. I told Robert to run and we darted around a corner as I saw police chase the crowd a different way. We escaped safely and with our adrenaline pumping, I decided we should find the crowd and ensure they were safe. We came to an intersection closed down by a line of officers. An old man was arguing with an officer who was clearly threatening him, and the other was kicking chairs over in a restaurant hassling the patrons. We decided after a bit of convincing on Roberts part to go stand silently with our flag and face the police directly. I was admittedly quite scared but we did so and the police actually turned around shortly after.
By this point Robert and I were not with our friends Fred and Kate who had stayed back at the plaza. We walked back to the plaza to meet Kate and found the entire area surrounded by police officers. We knew they were going to force us back and they did initially, and everyone congregated across the street as certain individuals began to lead chants and songs to motivate the crowd. It was at this point we again took our flag out and stood in the street and sang along. Shortly after this everyone began to march towards the officers and they were pushed back a bit. The front line moved back and forth a bit and the crowd finally disbanded. In all the running during this manifest I lost my cell phone which both complicated some things here, but also in many ways made the rest of my trip much more interesting. We had lunch in Paris after the manifest concluded and stayed in one of Kate’s friend’s apartments for the night before getting a ride back to Montargis in the morning.
Jeremy Clement is a big spokesperson for the alliance jaune and someone I’d followed online at home for quite a while now. He picked us up and drove us back to Timothee’s house the next morning. We stopped for lunch at a burger king before parting ways and met his family. We had a nice meal and Jeremy explained that he wanted to bring a number of people and independent reporters and come manifest in America. At the time we floated the idea of coming back in a large group right after the elections and manifesting in Utah and Philadelphia. I later realized there were a few flaws in this plan, the first being that leaving the country in a large group could be difficult. Recently a large group of German yellow vests had attempted to take the train to join the protests but were denied entry to the country despite their freedom of travel. Secondly, I figured fundraising may take a little while. Lastly it would also take time to coordinate the events, so we put that on the back burner.
The next day Jeremy, Kate and Fred took us to Kate’s home in eastern France where we had events planned for the next two days. It took an entire day to get out there and I saw my first glimpses of the French countryside. We spent the night talking to her young children who were incredibly aware of what was going on in their country. Her 12 year old wished he was old enough to go to manifests, and her young daughter was very happy the adults were doing the things they were. We all took some photos and had dinner before catching up on some much needed sleep.
The following day started with us going to have breakfast at a GJ camp in Eastern France. We had bread and coffee and socialized a bit before we all went to “court watch” at the nearby tribunal. In France there are cameras everywhere, especially on the highway. Most overpasses have 20 cameras attached to them that I’m told can tell if people have their seat belts off. Likewise there are speed cameras everywhere that tag your speed and mail you tickets for violations. Many people during manifest were given summons for setting the machines on fire. I was told that they weren’t arrested, but their identity was discovered from the camera footage. In France I was told often times people will not have access to a lawyer so they will show support at their hearings like some do here in America. There are many cases in France where people are arrested for simply wearing a vest. They are then held without bail for several days, and arraigned without a lawyer. We were explained that the French are supposed to have lots of rights, but just like in America it seemed is if they were all being blatantly ignored.
From here we went to do two social gatherings that would be covered by several press outlets. First in a nearby park and then at a round point close by I observed another thing that seemed to repeat itself throughout my trip. It seemed that at least once a week the small local groups would meet for food and hold organized discussions. At times they would debate ideas, or talk strategy, and all was done civilly. At the first location we had a picnic and then everyone listened to Francis Lelanne play some music for all the children. He then talked to the group a bit on some of his ideas and everyone talked for a while. The second location was much more like a debate. As Francis and a Woman took turns exchanging sentiments I asked someone what the discussion was about.
A person explained to me that many in France didn’t want to vote at all anymore. Many felt that no matter who they voted for it would be nothing but enabling the same system to continue. Some felt that no list could ever represent all of France and wanted it all to stop so something new could flourish. Others believed in the model established by the alliance jaune. They felt that if there were many avenues to get where they want to be, then try all of them. They believed that the fact that alliance jaune was made up of regular people who wished to do nothing other than be transparent and speak FOR the people by using RIC, that it could work. The two were essentially having a televised discussion about both points. I spoke a bit to the cameraman here and he said that was the talk of the town. Both sides were making very valid points and many were split on the issue, it didn’t mean they fought each other, but they certainly disagreed. Everyone’s primary concern was to not hurt the movement and continue manifests until things actually change. Afterwards the two still hugged and talked as friends and it was very clear to me that the way they are doing things here may have ample merit to attempt at home.
Fred drove us back the next morning and dropped Jeremy off in Montargis. Robert and I planned to part directions the next morning and we ended up staying in a hotel that night. Due to a tennis match in the city there was only one room we could find in a hotel that was having its opening night. After we checked in we had some food and wine in the courtyard and I met the owner. Previously she had been a very well known Broadway actress in France and shared some stories. I met another man who had been educated in France and told me a lot of interesting things about the history of France. Many of the people there were all part of a dog walking group in the area and as a fellow animal lover, spent much time sharing animal pictures with people.
The next day I took the train to Marseilles, and boy was it a stressful day. Because of the new automation it seemed that most people bought their train tickets at self service kiosk’s that did not accept cash. If you only had cash, there was one ticket office where 10 people assisted a line that stayed consistently about 100 people long. I waited about an hour to buy my ticket and got some lunch. When I went upstairs I went to see which gate my train came to because there was none on my ticket. By the time I actually found help with the matter my train had left. I was told that they don’t post the gate until 20 minutes prior to departure. I waited in the line for another hour and got a new ticket for a later train. I was afterwards grabbed by three police officers outside who said it was police control. I told them I was American and one who clearly wasn’t said he was too. They asked me many questions and finally let me go inside. After the four hour trip I arrived in Marseilles that night.
I met my friend Petit Jean in the train station who is a medic in Marche Blanche in southern France. He drove an old army Jeep that he told me was an original that had been restored. Before going to his house in Aubagne he drove me to a few sites in the city at night. We first stopped at the skate park by the beach where people usually socialized in the daytime. We next drove to a massive church that stood high on a hill overlooking the whole city. We took some pictures of the city at night and he shared some history with me. All through the city exist the same castle walls that did a long time ago. Historically Marseilles has never respected any authority and they always joke how typically castle walls were to keep invaders out, but here they were built to keep people in. Without those walls the residents here would have always been after the king.
That was a sentiment that was still echoed to this day and was best described by my friend Micah who I met later in the trip. He’d always say “we are not French, we are just Marseille”. Many in this area all had their own way of describing it, but they all rejected the rule of police, government, and more. Petit Jean and Micah had a specific project I will describe later that was aimed at eliminating the Red Cross because they take peoples money and don’t do what they say they do. During the week there were no police patrolling it seemed, nothing compared to Paris. The cities are the same size, and one seems like a war zone and the other seems to exist differently. I’m told that a million people live in Marseille and all things aside, live in peace.
We stopped for snacks on the way to Jean’s house where he lived with his cousin in the country. She made food for us and we talked for several hours about the yellow vests. Jean showed me all of the rounds he had retrieved as a medic that were being used by the police. They had rubber bullets, flash balls, and gas. Also he showed me a rubber bullet grenade that would detonate with TNT and launch 18 rubber bullets into a crowd of people. Him and his cousin explained how a lot of the police are not happy these rounds are being used on the protesters. Historically they had only been used in Marseilles to subdue violent armed criminals. In their city they have large cartels and the primary focus of the police there was in the past to deal with drugs coming into the country from Africa. Now, the police either disagree with the tactics or think its not harsh enough. The reasons the medics are able to operate as they do is because they are neutral, and many police officers are willing to let them work. The conversation that night really set the stage for the next two weeks where I had many of my most memorable experiences.
The next day was the manifest in Marseilles and I didn’t wear white, but helped the medics. I wore full camo and my yellow vest that said press in large letters on the back. Every Saturday the people would meet at the port in the city’s center and march through the city. There were so many people when we arrived, it was incredible. Jean on several accounts throughout the day was asked if he was a Nazi because of the flag on his medical kit. He explained that it was the flag of the French resistance in World War 2 and many people there often use that term at the wrong times. Incidents like that were a rarity though, everyone would sing in unison for hours as they marched through the city.
Unlike Paris the entire way manifests went was a bit different. Here, the police will block the side streets but generally let the people march while attempting to control where they go. There are many pacifists here and they make a sort of game out of their marches. They will go back and forth up all the hills in the city forcing the officers to run in the heat with their equipment so they become tired and less combative. On this occasion however it was a special day, for 6 months they had been trying to manifest inside the train station but would often be gassed before they could get inside. This week we all hid our vests and took so many routes there that the police could not stop our entry into the building. The goal was to march long enough to disrupt the trains departures long enough that it costs the train company money. Inside we marched and sang our songs while most of the people who were there cheered and filmed.
It was in here where I had my second encounter with the police. As the large force of officers ran inside I had put my helmet on and was wearing a respirator in case gas was used. The officers grabbed me and pushed me against a wall and demanded I remove the headgear. I complied and then was ordered to give my backpack which I also did. I told them I was an American journalist and they shut my camera off and returned only that and my bag. Immediately afterwards the officers charged a group of protesters and beat them with their night sticks. Petit Jean was over helping the victim so I snuck outside and smoked a cigarette with the crowd while he worked. I met a woman outside with an Anonymous mask on and we both got excited about meeting people from the collective in different countries. We took pictures and eventually Jean came outside. He told me the officers said they would return my items after the manifest, but after many many attempts they never did.
From here we all dispersed, and I walked with Jean to a large shopping area where there was supposed to be another manifest. My new anon friend and I went inside to buy drinks for everyone and were hassled by security going in, and police exiting. We stood across the streets with the medics as a large group of officers beat one man and took him to jail. From here we walked back to the place where we began with my new anonymous friends. We talked a lot on the way there, and ate food before parting ways. Jean and I went then to Provence where a local GJ center was having a 6 month birthday party for the Yellow Jackets. There was food, drinks, music, and films. I bought a Yellow Vest calendar someone was selling copies of here to raise money for legal aid for their jailed comrades. After a lot of socializing we headed home, ate, and got some rest.
The next morning we went to a barbecue at the round point in that area where GJ 13 had their camp set up. Everyone sang and danced after they all ate together. This was a family event where all the kids played together and the adults played yard games. It was truly a sight to see. Many times throughout my trip it was emphasized to me how important it was to have humor and music. The premise behind both is that it continually puts more good back into the movement. Jean explained to me the Marianne women who sang songs. He talked about how there are a lot of women in the movement and they are an element of strength to everyone. I spoke to many who also talked about how having the support of the younger generations was very important. Everyone was very concerned about their future and preserving the planet for generations to come. Having all of the music about the yellow vests made it easier for the younger people to know what was going on, and engaged them in a way that was safer than what adults did.
During the week I stayed with Jean and our friend Micha came over many times. The next weekend we were supposed to go to Brussels, Belgium but encountered issues. During the week we talked a lot about the idea of Yellow Medics. Outside of the protests the medics want to be able to provide free social services to the homeless, elderly, and others in place of the corrupt agencies they have there. I spoke to him about my ideas of ways to get rid of the U.N. and replace it with something thats better and uncorrupted. The long term goal was to actually open up clinics that could further these ends. This is something that spoke so true to my heart that I have chosen to stay in touch with these guys and work on many things with them moving forward.
We also had a lot of great discussions about independence. In many people’s eyes here Marseilles was just Marseilles, not France. They will never respect the authority of the government and many see the quickest way to be free from government in any regard was to build something of your own to replace it. Regarding Red Cross and Corporate healthcare the Yellow Medic clinics were the ideal alternative. Many here loved the RIC too as they were simply tired of the government and its corruption. They felt if they could just worry about their own city independently many things would be better. I also learned in depth how the medics operate. They wear white symbolizing neutrality so they can maintain their arrangement with police to treat the injured. If they want to express their opinion and protest they manifest in yellow or black. Typically the yellow vests are the pacifists and the black blocks take additional steps. The black blocks and yellow vests do not seem to fight each other from what I observed, and most yellow vests in the south showed appreciation for what the black block’s do. The medics stay neutral towards everyone and off to the side and only have the focus of treating injuries.
The next manifest in Marseilles was also amazing, in part because it seemed like I knew so many people in the city at this point. Our march was led by a large group of drummers and I spent a good portion of time dancing and filming on the front lines. This time I was wearing the medic vest which was white and was left alone by the police the whole time. I did not see any violence at this event, but at one point the police did corral a large group of protesters into an alley and check everyone’s ID. I was able to help treat a woman who had an epileptic seizure at one point during this manifest as the responder had to call an ambulance. I had such a good time standing with Marseilles this day and I’ll never forget.
Afterwards we drove to the Airport to go to Belgium, but due to a crazy rule we were unable to go. Jean was fine, but Micah and I who bought our tickets days earlier hadn’t checked in online 48 hours before so they demanded more money. Nowhere on any of their emails did it say this was the policy, but neither of us could afford the fees they were asking so we stayed behind. I spent a few days in the city with Mica while Jean went to the other manifest. We took a bus to his apartment first to drop off my bags, and then headed to go buy some pot as both of us were incredibly stressed out and worried for Jean’s safety alone in Belgium.
On the walk across the city he explained to me about how the area we were going to was very dangerous. In America we have lots of smaller gangs, but here there were basically just a few large mafia’s. One was as he put it, a pickpocket cartel, and the other was an Islamic religious mafia. They all lived in a big area that resembled a New York City housing project. They stayed in business by paying off the officers in drugs and cash, and instead of their operation being stopped the officers instead focus only on their customers and competition. All of the weed, hashish, and other drugs come in from Africa and if you want to grow your own pot it is incredibly risky to do in large French cities. The drug market is essentially controlled by this cartel, and inside it was obvious. They had look outs on every corner and I was not even allowed inside. I stayed in the street where I could be seen from a distance. I was later told that it was more dangerous for me there than at manifests as I could meet a grim fate going there alone. Needless to say, nothing bad actually did happen and we returned home safely. We smoked a couple joints and watched the old 1984 movie from the 1950’s and got some sleep.
The next day was a slow day as we did laundry and picked up the house a bit. We went to Petit Jeans house and had lunch and retrieved some of my items and talked a while. The next day we took a tour of the city and walked along the beach a bit. My friend told me how he thinks things may get a lot worse before they get better. I had heard similar thoughts to his from many throughout my trip. Sooner or later many had established they would ditch their pacifist nature if something did not change. Nobody in France had any intentions of quitting until things change, and more were starting to view things differently. He explained how less people wear the vest now but instead wear arm bands. More people are becoming black block’s because they are fed up with not being heard. In this one persons opinion it could easily become a war of people versus the establishment.
We talked too about how the same elites control all of our countries. The central banks control everyone’s currency and they buy all the politicians. Here it was explained that people of any political stance share a common understanding that all the politicians screw everyone. They spend as much time debating opinions as we do, but when it comes time to fight they stand strong because the same people screw everyone. We talked about how much the French government spies on citizens and how there is almost nothing online they don’t spy on. Their government bought the codes to Discord and can see literally everything, Facebook is infiltrated, and many Telegram groups are too. The only safe interaction from spying is direct messages on Telegram as he put it. He explained how he didn’t know what will cause it, or when, but if one looks at history then we are following a pattern. These are the types of protests that lead to things like the French and American revolutions, and on this course there’s a lot that might or might not happen. They are marching into the unknown as he put it, and with so many pacifists they commit to non-violence because preserving the movement is integral. As long as there are so many pacifists it would stay that way, they vote on all decisions democratically. If the tides turned the way he saw it, things could become a lot different there and many throughout France seemed to be thinking this way as they grew more frustrated.
After our talk by the water we attended a general assembly meeting in the city. These occurred among all the groups in the cities of France, and there was always the time taken to discuss things in real life. One man here said the general assemblies are key because everyone must take time to actually talk to each other and listen, but also in the real world as social media will never allow the growth that meetings like these do. They talked for quite a while and ate food before we walked to the bus. On the walk some members from the meeting talked about how frustrated many were with the election. She explained how every time the politicians send people to the cities with envelopes of cash to buy votes. Without fail, every election the people they wanted to win always lost. We passed dozens sleeping on the street and remarked how that was the true violence of it all. The system in each country serves one interest and that is preserving itself. No officials serve the interest of the people, the economy only allows a small few to gain immense wealth while most struggle, we pollute our planet when we possess the ability not to, and medicine these days is closer to poison. We shared so many of the same problems in both our countries but shared hope because we knew as long as we don’t quit something has to give eventually. That’s their number 1 rule, never lose hope.
Eventually Petit Jean returned from Belgium and we spent a few days at his house before I flew home. We had another round point meeting in the city on my last night and talked to more people on a lot of these same topics. Jean was gearing up for his medic march on Saturday where he planned to march from Marseilles to Paris. His plan to protest the police violence was to embark on this march and ideally pick up as many people along the way as he could. I’ve been following his journey since I’ve gotten back. I’ve also begun to try and translate this experience into something we can all make use of at home. This last section will conclude with many of my observations and some ideas I had upon leaving France.
The biggest thing I noticed was how few people actually spent any time watching TV in France compared to the amount that do here. I think that if we can encourage more people to turn off the TV it would absolutely prove valuable, but likewise impossible. The same goes for social media, most of their organizing seems to be done through their general assemblies in person. The regular face-to-face interaction also appeared to make a significant difference. I believe it will be necessary to form groups in each city as well as each state. In those groups they can post fliers and begin organizing off the internet. This is a project many can have fun with, and engage in some fun with their local groups at same time.
If we don’t do something soon we will become like France also. The cameras and heavily armed government looming over everyone is nothing short of the same tyranny experienced in 1776-1789. It will prove useful to focus directly on waking people up to the madness, and also perfect a system to counteract division and propaganda. I have since created a hypothetical model for people to work with me on and test. The French seem to debate ideas socially and it benefits them much. To get to this same point I believe we will need to take baby steps and a solid plan. We should be able to disagree and talk to it without fighting, but the issue exists everywhere. The sooner we figure out a solution to this that encourages more communication is the sooner we as a society grow stronger.
Above anything else, we all need the RIC. Referendums and initiatives initiated by the citizens to create or remove laws. In this capacity, the people are their own branch of government that holds more power than any other branch. Whether government is changed, fixed, abolished, etc. this one thing will be the key to it in my eyes. We can implement it so many different ways I can conceive. No matter how things are set up when this is over, the RIC will give the citizens all their power back.
Throughout my whole trip in France I noticed many things it seemed people were in complete agreement on. Often people would write on their vests all the causes they were standing for. On that list were a few items like save the environment, stop polluting, save our kids, and the RIC. The beauty of the RIC is it is something each country can do even if their governments are set up differently, as well as it is something the entire world can also utilize to make global decisions. At the same time whether used on a small scale or a large scale, there are many ways this could be implemented. The biggest split I ever saw related to the RIC wasn’t that the people needed this but how do we actually do it? We met many people in Paris talking on different methods of implementation and many are thinking on this. It appeared that the ultimate goal is to devise several methods of implementing the concept and allowing the people to decide democratically. Similar to us here in America it seemed all people accepted the weight of the corruption within our system, the phenomena of the same issues existing worldwide, and that citizens need their power returned. Because of this it seemed that despite seeing different ways to implement the RIC, everyone still could agree that it is a perfect check and balance on most all things. There is no doubt in my mind that to get RIC implemented here we will have to work through the same viewpoints they do: direct democracy vs. representative democracy, no government vs. fix what we have, or no rulers vs. administrators. It seemed because the people there have maintained a successful platform to debate ideas they don’t have to spend as much time convincing people to come to the table, but instead can actually work together and blend thoughts to come up with viable options. In the near future I will be writing up something on the RIC where I’ve established a few different ways we could implement this here so Americans could even vote on a direction we wish to take together.
Medics are very necessary to call for action because they make protesters feel safe. It will be important to establish a medic network prior to any big actions. Medics should be capable of committing to complete neutrality so they are able to operate safely at manifest. These individuals could enact networks in cities to provide free care to the elderly, veterans, or the homeless. The same medics in France talked to me about goals to send teams to South America and Palestine to provide free aid to the injured. Many times it was proposed to me how many organizations have money donated to them and barely do anything to help after a natural disaster, or catastrophe. Whether we pay them of our own accord or through taxes we are more fueling corruption than we are actually helping at this point. These guys showed me a vision worthy of noting heavily in this piece. If there was a global network of medics in every city around the world there would be a true force of light that could respond to nearly everything. The way it was put is they don’t want to be paid for their work, they just do it because someone must. With ideas like these someone always needs to “just try” because its the only way to know if it will work. Just like the alliance jaune in Paris, they too talked about unequivocal transparency.
Through talking to them I came up with my own ideas, the first would be to bite back towards the U.N. and how their agendas actually cause global issues and don’t solve them. When we get into talk about getting rid of the U.N. I naturally start thinking about how do we create something that would replace it? With a few networks of citizens around the globe this could easily be done. The Yellow Medic network would first and foremost have medical and rescue teams that would work for no wages and run off donations. These guys can operate nearly everywhere and help preserve life during extreme conflicts. Secondly there could be a Yellow Peace Core that could also operate globally to maintain peace between nations. In another article I have begun working on a hypothetical method to reduce division and fight propaganda. Tentatively calling this the unity doctrine, I hope this can be improved and tested so it can become a model used in this global peace network. This too could be transparent and operate with volunteers and donations. Thirdly, with global RIC, the replacement network would never hold power over anyone’s sovereignty. This would deliver a method of decision making which put citizens of the globe in charge of what goes on without any globalism or NWO.
The only other thought I had after this was that I think a lot of the things we divide over are because we are still forced to choose between options given TO us. A viable solution could be to come together and reject all their options and create our own. By using the RIC we have a means to democratically decide on literally anything. We can create our own environmental plan, immigration, healthcare, business law, housing, and so much more. If we as a collective can create something new we all are satisfied with, we can demand it as one unified group. No more fighting each other over what big brother feeds us, I dream of teamwork…somehow. I know not how we will all get there, but after going to France I know we can do it. I’ll never lose hope or give up, not now…we’ve come too far. I hope we can all begin to start thinking of how to take all our energy and passion and turn it into big boots on ground activism that everyone can take part in!
The best lesson I really got while here is that independence is much more than just saying I don’t respect your authority. Independence requires work both in the short and long term’s. Much of that work is required so that the people can create a mechanism to solve issues and keep society going WITHOUT the government or corporations being involved. The Yellow Medics seek independence from The Red Cross by building an alternative that is not only better, but free of corruption. This practice can be replicated for nearly anything, and as it was put to me if is far easier to claim true independence when the people are equipped to do everything themselves if need be. There’s no cure all in this idea, I say it will take work because even though a good compromise will bring everyone to the table they still must fight. We fight against an enemy with more money than most of us could dream of. Whether its the pharmaceutical companies, big oil, government, or big tech, they will always have more resources than the people and stop them from doing just this. When we start creating new things that work for everyone I believe we can put a damper on division. We must absolutely all accept when we disagree, but in a process of creating something new disagreement can be critical thinking. We can give ourselves the ability to weigh all sides and options fairly and do what is actually best for everyone. We may all not get 100% of what we wanted, but things will surely be much better. In the face of any issue we can start to move towards creating something new by the people, with the people, for the people. In this manner we can spend time working together more, and fighting less. All in all, I am sure I still have plenty more from this trip I could write on and surely I will. For now, I’m going to consider this all for now and hope many enjoyed this. I’m leaving myself available to do live interviews as needed moving forward. Knowledge is free and I would love nothing more than to share my experience with many.
– Adam Rice