In her Shoes
I was at a party Friday night for a guy who was having his 65th birthday. At our table, there was a couple with their 30 something year old son who was a percussionist with a symphony orchestra. As we were visiting over potato salad, beans, and bar-b-que, they volunteered that they had just gone out to Crawford to support Cindy Sheehan.
It was beyond refreshing.
It turns out that others at the table had gone too.
And others planned to go this weekend.
Here is Cindy on the Bill Maher Show.
If you live in that part of the world, today might be a good day to go express your solidarity for peace and against war.
If you need something to replace the Sunday Morning dribble,
And here is a piece from Christine Rose, who just finished a film called Internationally Speaking
“At first, I thought ‘How dare you say that about my America,’ she said looking at me through squinted eyes, “but then I saw it, our arrogance will be the end of us.” She explained to me how she and her husband voted for Bush.
She said they were conservative and watched Fox News regularly; however, something touched her in seeing and hearing everyday people from around the world talk about her beloved country as a bully; a hypocrite.
Something touched her when faced with the sobering charge of War Crimes and the images of torture at the hands of Americans under orders from the US Government. Something touched her that day that made her think about what she thought she knew.
More and more American citizens are losing support for Bush and losing support for this war in Iraq. They are learning certain things, with increasing speed. These things the activist community knew before the war started: that we were opening a dangerous can of worms by attacking Iraq.
Last week at the post office I was speaking with a Postal worker about Camp Casey. “I respect what she’s doing,” the woman had said to me, “but he’ll never talk to her. He can’t, because then he’ll have to talk to everyone.”
I said. “Exactly. Cindy Sheehan deserves answers. This country deserves answers.” “I have three sons in Iraq,” the woman told me, “one of them – it’s his third time over.”
“You should go to Crawford!” I replied.
“Well, my sons aren’t dead… yet”
I told her that was the best time to go – before they died.
It’s getting to that point, folks.
People are starting to wake up and speak up
before it hits their little box of reality."
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