G20 and Inconvenience

The G20 invades communities around the world. It turns poor villages into monocultures, forcing villagers to work for whatever corporation has been appointed to guide the village/town/city toward Western-serving development.
This is all a very vague critique of what I understand happens when globalization and its representatives enter the realm of the undeveloped world. I've got two sentences about nothing specific, when the voices in these villages could tell you much better, if they only had blogs.
I'm watching my friends upload audio and pictures to local G20-related, indy media sites; and then I'm turning around and waiting for another one of our houses to be raided, or another group of us to get accosted for looking or acting the way we do in public. Which, if you're listening, Pittsburgh, flies just fine for the rest of eternity, because this is Pittsburgh. We're scummy by nature, because we don't have to sell out too much to survive here.
And yet, all this inconvenience is a just a concentrated dose of what globalization can do to a community. A village in the undeveloped world is slowly being drowned by a steady flow of watered down orange juice, while Pittsburgh is getting sticky beause of these gobs of frozen orange juice that cops, Ravenstahl and Obama's guests keep throwing at us.

Just like these communities we don't have a choice in the matter. If your city is a bastion of green, with specks of economic stability mixed in, then you may be the next host of a predatory summit. You don't have any voice in it. Writing this blog makes me feel special, like what I say actually has an audience, or is somewhat controversial and worthy of attention from all of Pittsburgh's visitors this week.

But I know that I'm safe: There is no threat that I pose to this status quo. The G20 will be gone next week, and none of these global representatives will have read my blog.

And when the G20 leaves, then the Pittsburghers who packed up and left because of inconvenience will return. Their displeasure with a massive dose of globalism in our town results in a one week vacation. I realize that the precautionary measures that will turn ten-minute commutes into hour-long sit sessions are an inconvenience. I understand this. But leaving town to avoid the strongest representation of our privileged world's raping of those that serve our whims is a great representation of denial.

The G20 is in town. But I was here first.
Even if I know none of my neighbors, This is my community. And even if I help anarchists destroy Pittsburgh and take us back thirty years, I know I'll still be here.

I'm not going anywhere.