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Not a moment’s peace

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

With the President’s speech Monday night and the ultimatum, which we know is only a prelude to war, it’s tempting to feel that we’ve failed in our efforts to find a peaceful solution to the Iraqi conflict. All day Monday, I felt dragged down by the knowledge that we’ll most likely invade Iraq within a few days. I felt I had failed. Not me as one of a number of American citizens, but me personally.

I went for a ride to get my car washed and ended up on the freeways and in the back country of the Ozarks not even sure where I was, so caught up was I in this personal sense of failure. Time to blow out the candles, put away the signs. What purpose the fight for peace when we face certain war?

But Monday night, as so many of my virtual neighbors were quiet, I went out to the more well known warblogger sites. I was curious to see their reaction to the President’s speech. Would there be rejoicing? Would they be as quiet? One site I I went to was Little Green Footballs and read this web site’s coverage of Rachel Corey’s death.

Regardless of whether you think Rachel was a foolish young woman or a brave soldier of faith, her death should be worth more than ridicule and disdain. What did one person say, in response to hearing that Rachel burned a mock flag? “Thankfully, the tractor was not mock.”

Yes, thankfully this 23 year old idealistic woman is dead, because a photo showed her at a demonstration, burning a mock American flag. As the LGF crew said, that will teach her for ‘lack of support for freedom’.

(Note to self: go out and buy 365 paper American Flags. Burn one per day, starting tomorrow.)

Thank you, the small, the petty, the frightened, the ignorant, the hate filled, the bigoted, the self-serving, and the racist that take such delight in bathing their hands in the blood of the ‘enemy’. Thank you for pulling me out of my funk, and giving me new purpose again. After all, if we give up the fight now, the only voices that will be heard will be yours – and that would be another tragedy.

No, now is not the time to give up. In fact, it’s more critical then ever that we keep the peace movement going, if for no other reason then to let Bush know that we are watching him.

Every time a missle hits a civilian target, we must shout out the news, so that Bush knows we are watching him. For every soldier who gives up their life, for every Iraqi civilian, blaze the number of dead in the sky so that Bush knows we are watching him.

Every time civil rights are abrogated in this country in the name of ‘war’, we must point a finger and cry ‘Shame!’ so that Bush knows we are watching him.

And especially, when this ‘war’ is over, if we can call this mockery a ‘war’, we must let Bush and Halliburton and all of those who seek to capitalize on the suffering of the Iraqi people that we are watching them.

Yes, it’s time to blow out the candles; time, instead, to light a blow torch bright enough to be seen in Washington DC. Yes, it’s time to put away the signs, because they’re too small. Let’s write a sign that the President can’t miss. One that he sees first thing in the morning when he gets up, and last thing in the evening before going to bed.

As the President and his cabinet and the Congress have chosen not to give the world peace, we’ll do the same. Now more than ever, we need to watch and speak out and disbelieve and yell and protest and demonstrate and let the President of the United States and those who would profit from this war know, we are watching them.

President Bush has spoken, “No peace!” So be it. No peace. Not a moment’s peace will be given until this battle is over, and until we leave that region, and give the Iraqi people true peace.

More:

bumr.net Lose few Troops
bumr.net Which definition of accident?
Full text of Robin Cook resignation speech
Scott Rosenberg’s Eve of Destruction
Kevin Sites weblog

The organization Instead of War in St. Louis is planning an all night wake the first night bombs are released on Iraq.

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Just Shelley

Wind chimes and pussy willows

My roommate hung wind chimes this last weekend, just in time for some of the windier storms we’ve had this week. I keep my window in my upstairs bedroom/office cracked a bit so that I can hear their gentle sound, interspersed with the songs of the cardinals, finches, and occasional red-winged blackbird. The geese have been migrating north, and it’s a real treat to watch a few flying past my window, honking, looking for a place to set down for the evening.

New leaves are peeking out of the furry buds of my favorite bird and squirrel tree, a pussy willow that’s across the street and in good view of my window.

Do you know the legend of the pussy willow tree? There are variations but the central theme is that a group of kittens were tossed into or fell into a river and started drowning. The mother cat ran to the riverbank and began to cry for her lost babies. The willows on the shores of the river felt pity for her, so they dropped their branches low enough to touch the water and scooped the tiny little kittens to safety.

According to legend, the spirits of the kittens so saved became transformed as tiny, furry buds, appearing on the willow tree every spring — a gift to the willows for their kindness.