Nonviolent Resistance Acts
by Mary Ann Grady Flores
In a historic decision five Catholic Worker activists were acquitted earlier this evening of disorderly conduct charges for blocking the main entrance to Hancock Air Base, home of the 174th Attack Wing of the Air National Guard, Syracuse, New York.
Hancock is a Reaper drone hub whose technicians pilot weaponized drones over Afghanistan.
The five went “pro se,” defending themselves in the De Witt town court of Judge Robert Jokl.
From the blog of Bruce Gagnon
…We had an astonishing entry into Augusta yesterday - cars were honking at us like crazy - it felt like the circus was coming to town… A hundred folks came to stand in a circle with us inside the Hall of Flags at the capitol…The Buddhist monks… led us in chanting as we began our final program. Speakers were Kathy Kelly, Tarak Kauff, Shenna Bellows… and Lisa Savage…
Drumming and chanting outside Bath Iron Works (BIW) while waiting for workers to get off work
I lived in Iraq during the 2003 Shock and Awe bombing. On April 1st, about two weeks into the aerial bombardment, a medical doctor who was one of my fellow peace team members urged me to go with her to the Al Kindi Hospital in Baghdad, where she knew she could be of some help. With no medical training, I tried to be unobtrusive, as families raced into the hospital carrying wounded loved ones. At one point, a woman sitting next to me began to weep uncontrollably. “How I tell him?” she asked, in broken English. “What I say?” She was Jamela Abbas, the aunt of a young man, named Ali. Early in the morning on March 31st, U.S. war planes had fired on her family home, while she alone of all her family was outside. Jamela wept as she searched for words to tell Ali that surgeons had amputated both of his badly damaged arms, close to his shoulders. What’s more, she would have to tell him that she was now his sole surviving relative.
As I finish packing, I don’t hear any sirens. Just about twenty car horns. Then, for a few seconds, they fade away too. And the sound of the church bells boom and echo throughout the hood. I sigh and smile. In a few days, I know I’ll be hearing the sound of Muslim prayer calls echo throughout another hood. War makes us thirsty for worship. Life is too beautiful not to love anything.
by Frida Berrigan
January 25, 2013
Every once in a while, I come across a book that is so good I wish I had the idea first. Rosalie Riegle’s Doing Time For Peace: Resistance, Family and Community — an edited volume of interviews with peace activists who have spent time in jails and prisons as members of families and communities — is that book for me right now.
It reads like she had a great time doing the project, which is based on nearly 200 interviews over a three year period. Rosalie Riegle has a light touch and did heavy edits. In the introduction, she writes that she followed the lead of the great oral historian Studs Terkel in applying a sharp knife to the ums and ahs and circular speech that stud people’s speech as they think through and answer a question. The result is clear voices, thoughtful responses and riveting stories. Riegle knits the interviews together with her own words and explanations so that the readers can see how one resister inspires and motivates the next.
By Alice E. Gerard
The rain came sideways and water pooled on the Glacial Drumlin bike path somewhere between Cottage Grove and Lake Mills, Wisconsin. As I walked on the gravely surface, hail as large as peas suddenly pelted me from all sides. Despite wearing good quality rain gear, I was soon drenched. It was the second day of the walk titled “At a Global Crossroads: Turn against War” that I had joined at its start in Madison, Wisconsin, on May 2nd. The goal was to arrive in Chicago, the end point of the walk, on May 18th, two days before the beginning of the NATO summit.
“I would have been lenient, but there’s a real long line pattern of this behavior,” said Whitworth. Referring to Kenney’s background in the Navy, where he was trained in nuclear propulsion in the submarine engine room, Whitworth said, “You ought to understand how important it is to have high security at a military base. I cannot permit the security of the base to be compromised.”
“I’m following the law of a higher power,” said Kenney.
“I don’t think the Lord would mind if you stayed across the street” with a sign, said Whitworth.
“The Good Lord requires me to do what I do,” Kenney replied, fingering his rosary beads.
I went to Bahrain’s Pearl roundabout out of curiosity – then my nightmare began. For so many others, the nightmare continues…
by Nada Dhaif
Published on Thursday, June 14, 2012 by The Guardian/UK
The global system of concentrated wealth and power has successfully made us strangers to one another while it steals from all of us and kills some of us without notice…
…Since no power ever dismantles itself, especially when it is us who consent to their power, we require worldwide dissent. In this age of dying hearts and minds, dissent is love. It is in such dissent that we’ll find our way.
Quite a day. I awoke to a clock radio announcing that deadly tornadoes had again ravaged the plains of the Midwest. Before I could think of the people I knew in their path, the next news item announced Taliban attacks in several locations of Kabul. It was a relief, a few minutes after logging in to my account, to receive a reassuring message from the Afghan Peace Volunteers, in whose apartment in Kabul I’ve several times had the privilege to stay. There were 12 of them together in the house in Kabul, and they were all okay. When I phoned them, my young friend Abdulai answered and told me, in English, “Kathy, there is war in Kabul today. Many bombs!”