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Voices for Creative Nonviolence has deep, long-standing roots in active nonviolent resistance to U.S. war-making. Begun in the summer of 2005, Voices draws upon the experiences of those who challenged the brutal economic sanctions imposed by the U.S. and U.N. against the Iraqi people between 1990 and 2003. More about Voices

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Activists Protesting Armed Drones Arrested at Creech AFBReproduced from the Las Vegas Review-Journal
NDE to Serve Creech AFB with War Crimes IndictmentPress Release from Nevada Desert Experience
We Don't Want You to Swim in the RiverKindness and Solidarity Can Occur Among the Dispossessed
A Rising Number of Children Are Dying from U.S. Explosives Littering Afghan Land"The boys’ families were accustomed to the thundering explosions from military training exercises, which sometimes shattered windows in their village."
#NotABugSplat: Art Installation in Pakistan Puts a Face on Drone VictimsFeatured in Reason Magazine
Talks, Tears Highlight Rally Against DronesWhiteman Air Force Base April 7

Activists Protesting Armed Drones Arrested at Creech AFB

By KEITH ROGERS
LAS VEGAS REVIEW-JOURNAL

Nine anti-war activists protesting remotely-piloted aircraft operations were arrested Wednesday at Creech Air Force Base, 45 miles northwest of Las Vegas.

The protesters were attempting to deliver a war crimes indictment about the base’s armed Predator and Reaper drone operations to Creech commander Col. Jim Cluff.

NDE to Serve Creech AFB with War Crimes Indictment

On Wednesday, April 16, 2014, between 6:30 and 8:00 AM, the Nevada Desert Experience (NDE) Sacred Peace Walk will serve Creech AFB Commander Col. Jim Cluff with a War Crimes Indictment (see below). Arrests seem likely when Sacred Peace Walk representatives attempt to deliver this indictment in person. There will also be a vigil in front of the base.

We Don't Want You to Swim in the River

According to the Mine Action Program in Afghanistan, most of the land requiring clearance would otherwise be used for agriculture, a “significant obstacle in a country where 70% of the labour force earns an income through farming or animal husbandry.”

Among the main casualties of war are those who starve and fall ill when valuable farmland is left as minefields.

A Rising Number of Children Are Dying from U.S. Explosives Littering Afghan Land

By Kevin Sieff, for the Washington Post
Published: April 9

KABUL — As the U.S. military withdraws from Afghanistan, it is leaving behind a deadly legacy: about 800 square miles of land littered with undetonated grenades, rockets and mortar shells.

#NotABugSplat: Art Installation in Pakistan Puts a Face on Drone Victims

By Elizabeth Nolan Brown of Reason Magazine
Published : April 7

A sobering and commendable art installation in Pakistan puts a face on the victims of U.S. drone attacks. The giant portrait, installed in Pakistan’s heavily bombed Khyber Pukhtoonkhwa region, features a child who lost both her parents and two siblings in a Predator drone attack.

Talks, Tears Highlight Rally Against Drones

By Jane Stoever

Bearing witness against remote control of reaper drones from U.S. military bases, about 20 protesters rallied Sunday, April 6, at the Spirit Gate entry to Whiteman Air Force Base near Knob Noster, Mo.

Noting the name Whiteman Air Force Base, former CIA intelligence analyst Ray McGovern in his talk said, “When B2 bombers flew out of here to Afghanistan and Iraq, they weren’t killing people who looked like us (white), but who were what the airmen were taught to call ‘sand niggers’ or ‘towel-heads.’ White-man is killing brown, black, and other men, women, and children who don’t look like us. White-man Air Force Base is a reflection of the American original sin, racism.”

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Voting with Their Feet

It was the jolting vibrations
that shook our senses,
direction-less,
nonetheless directed by fellow humans.
Our eyes darted from mysterious fears
of losing one another.
“There’s been an explosion. Don’t come this way!”,
torn by our unspoken wish to huddle together,
as if madness could be scattered
among the fragile shells of ourselves.
as if we could
dream the unknown away.

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