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Monday, August 22, 2005

Momma and Mr. G's First Visit to Camp Casey or Witnessing the Beginnings of the Movement

Hi, all.
Went to Crawford on Tuesday as planned; sorry to be so
late getting back with information. There's no way I
can begin to put what we experienced into language,
but here are a few highlights:

We arrived at 11:30 on Tuesday just as FedEx arrived
with 35 dozen roses from all over the country, all for
Cindy in apparent sympathy for the destruction of the
memorial crosses the previous night. We helped unload

Hung out for awhile at the Crawford Peace House
meeting people. For those of a spiritual turn of
mind, you'll be interested to know there's a labyrinth
in the side yard.

I was wearing my Kent State tee-shirt-- huge blue
letters on yellow background. Soon as I stepped onto
the yard at the Peace House a camera zoomed in on it.
Folks there are very aware of Kent State and what
happened on May 4, 1970. There are a lot of
comparisons between this war and Vietnam being made
among that certain generation of activists.

Since Mr. G brought tools they sent us on out the
road to Camp Casey thinking they might need help
rebuilding the crosses. When we got there, we found
that those magnificent people had worked all night
and, with the help of a local carpenter from Crawford,
put the whole thing back together. Amazing!

Three shuttles are running between the Peace House and
Camp Casey. One is a van rented by Randi Rhodes (of
Air America) and provided to the Peace House for the
purpose. The other two are private vehicles-- the
vans that people drove into town with.

Cindy looked exhausted on Tuesday; it had been a long
tense night. The folks are camped literally in the
ditch by the roadside, and the fact that the fool in
the pickup could as easily have taken out a row of
tents with people in them as he did the crosses was
lost on nobody.

A local rancher offered them the use of his land on
Tuesday afternoon. At first they were going to move
for sure; now, after weighing the shade problem and
the difficulty of moving all those tents, the plan is
to move only if forced to do so. This generous
rancher is a distant cousin of the man who fired the
shots a few nights back and a veteran. I wish they
would move, I think it would be safer for them, but
for now they are staying put.

While we were there, we saw a few counterprotesters.
Two when we got there-- a maximum of 7 later in the
day. Some of the Peace House people went over and
talked to them, offered them water, etc. (They had
absolutely no shade except their own umbrellas). Some
of the counterprotesters helped put back the crosses,
crying while they did it. Everyone was peaceful.

We met brave young veterans of Iraq who are protesting
because they feel it's the best way to honor their
dead buddies and keep others from suffering what they
went through; we met a decorated Vietnam veteran who
drove all the way from Indiana because, as he said, "I
hate this f***ing war." He has a son over there.
Another woman has a child about to be deployed to Iraq
from Germany; she brought Cindy and the other parents
of dead children a message from that young solder. It
was: "Dont let anybody tell you any different; we (the
soldiers) are behind you and we're counting on you to
put an end to all of this." We talked a long time
with Bill Mitchell, a broken-hearted father whose son
was killed the same day as Casey Sheehan. He wanted
everyone he met to see the pictures of his son-- to
know that Mike was a real person, not just another cog
in the war machine. These people have lost the
dearest thing in the world to them-- there's nothing
left to lose. Their bravery comes from the
fearlessness of knowing that they have survived the
absolute worst that can happen; all they want to do is
keep it from happening to anybody else.

If you want to help the cause and can't get to
Crawford yourself, the best thing to do is send money.
Even a little bit helps (lots of little-bits addup to
a lot). The Peace House is small and Camp Casey is,
well, a camp-- and all you former Boy Scouts know that
there's no extra storage space on a camp site. They
have more supplies than they can store right now--
people around here have been so generous-- but money
enables them to buy what they need when they need it
and there's no storage problem. Just Google the
Crawford Peace House and all the information you need
is there.

Thanks for listening to this long narrative. Mr. G
is going back up tomorrow and probably Friday too (I
have to be at school). Friends, keep an eye on this.
History is being made in Crawford, Texas this August
of 2005.
Peace and blessings to all,
Momma G

[reproduced with permission from MommaG]


Blogger dorsano said...

Thank you Momma G.

6:41 PM  

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