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Taking Arab Grievances Seriously: Clark All Roads Lead to Baghdad: A Call for Unity in the Anti-War Movement The Manpower Crisis at the Pentagon June 2005 Howard Zinn's Commencement Address May 2005 Hersch Interviewed by Goodman: May 2005 Vietnam Compared to Iraq: Danny Schecter "Murderous Thugs" Cindy Sheehan, Gold Star Families for Peace "Collaterals" A Op Ed piece by Rob Shetterly Sheehan and Pitt: Bringing the Troops Home Why Hold an Anti-War Rally in a Military Town? How Dare Some Say: "Support Our Troops!" Dan Fahey on The Myths and Truths of Depleted Uranium Stan Goff: We Will Reclaim our Armed Forces: December, 2004 Best equipped Army: Mark Shields Dec. 21, 2004 Fascism in America: December 8, 2004 CIA Report: We're Losing the War for Hearts and Minds: December 7, 2004 60 Minutes Report on True American Casualties in Iraq: November 22, 2004 An Essay on Arlington West: November 6, 2004 in the LA Times Marines Prepare for Fallujah: November 4, 2004 Doctorow on Bush: One of our best authors laments the lack of morality in Bush's psyche. A moving essay. Bush By The Numbers: A Detailed List of the Bush Government's "Accomplishments" Comments made at the Vigil for the Fallen: Igor Bobrowski's words on Sept. 2nd speakfor all of us Informed Consent: Juan Coles' take on the Iraq War Iraq Stories our Media Won't Print: TomDispatch Stuff GIs Fight Back Newsletter: Accounts of the Iraq War from guys who are there.
Learning the lessons of Our own History:
Craig Barnes compares George Washington's tactics to Iraqis today
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By April Fitzsimmons Now is the time for inconvenient courage. I am a Air Force veteran and every Sunday Veterans for Peace and volunteers gather at the Santa Monica Pier at 7:30am to erect Arlington West, a memorial to the fallen US Military of the current Iraq War. One cross for every service person killed. We reckon that if we were to plant a cross for every Iraqi or Allied person who has been killed in this war it would extend all the way to Malibu. As the group arrives we unload the crosses from Mark Scully's old blue pick-up. Mark is the coordinator for Arlington West and a veteran from the Vietnam War. At times he is still there and then he returns to the present, his old green eyes jaded and sad. He adjusts his long white ponytail takes a step forward and hands me a stack of crosses. Last week a new group of eight volunteers showed up. Good Morning! I said cheerily as we unpacked the crosses onto the beach. They stared blankly past me. Oh they're not morning people - I thought - People who don't like mornings hate me when I greet them so I dug into the work and so did they. Stan - a vet from World War II was staring out across the ocean. Whatcha thinking about Stan? I ask. Those kids he says - nodding his wise face toward the group of eight - They lost their best friend on Monday - they didn't know what to do so they came here. The group of eight finished planting the 852 crosses with us then they took a flag and a flower and wrote his name on a piece of paper. They placed it on a cross in the front row and sat crying and telling stories of 1st Lieutenant Andre Tyson. I was wrong. I guess they were mourning people. Later that Sunday a Marine came and collapsed in grief. He had been the sole survivor of a mortar attack in Iraq and had lost 16 of his comrades. He was so bereft that he couldn't write the names of the men. So the volunteers helped him and then he gingerly kissed all 16 crosses and sat against the Santa Monica pier completely frozen until he could move again and take a step forward. Yesterday for the 4th of July we read the names of the 865 fallen. 100 names every hour. I hated reading the names of the dead. When I read them on Memorial Day I couldn't stop crying. Every time I read another 18 or 19 year old I wept and this time as I read Private First Class Sean Horn 19, or Lance Corporal Kyle Codner 19, I felt empty. I hated that I wasn't crying for them. I think I thought that I wouldn't have to read any more names. I kept thinking that the body count would stop. One thing I know is that the feeling of putting up the crosses in the morning and taking them down at night is completely different. In the morning the sand is sectioned off just like a land survey. We make a perfect triangle and then a perfect square. Marcus Eriksen, a Marine veteran from the Gulf War has created a diagram that allows us to create perfectly symmetrical rows. Luckily he has a PHD in Science Education and this comes easy for him because I got a D in geometry. Volunteers help us place the crosses and adjust each one so it is straight -- as straight as anything can be when the foundation consists of sand. As I plant the crosses it feels like I am saying hello to reality. Thank you Private First Class Daniel Unger (19) , Thank you Specialist Christopher Duffy (26), Thank you Private First Class Melissa Hobart (22). The wood of the cross is strong, the sand is newly raked and the sun is dawning across the Pacific Ocean. The day goes on. People find their friends and circle their names in a red marker. Santa Monica Mayor Richard Bloom and Mayor Pro Tem Kevin McKeown come by to help us read the names of the dead. Jose, a developmentally disabled man in a red white and blue baseball hat asks me what to do. You can take a card and write a name and a word of condolence or acknowledgement to fallen soldier. Okay he says and we write out a name - and then he asks me - how do you spell god? "G" - I say - trying to keep it together - "O" - "D" and then how do you spell bless? Two nineteen year-old girls in bikini tops and tattoos stop by. They are on weekend liberty and enlisted in the Marines last September. They are ready to fight and leave for Iraq in a week. They have no fear, are on a mission and their intention is clear. A man is upset by the memorial. Do you know how many people Sadaam killed? Another woman comes - Can you help me find my son? Yes - I say and find his name on the board. I'm so sorry I say. Thank you she says and touches my arm. She and her family pick a cross closest to the ocean and sit there until we begin to take the crosses down at 6:00pm. I don't like taking down the crosses. I can feel the tears in the sand and I can feel the confusion in the beach air mixed with people flying kites and having picnics. I read the cards as I pull them off the crosses and I see the little memorials that people create - the stack of seashells - a group of flat river rocks - a Marine insignia - a hat - a funeral card - a cross made of palm tree. Ed Ellis the coordinator of Veterans for Peace LA and veteran of the Vietnam War has started laminating some of the memorabilia and RV another Vietnam vet places them in the front row every Sunday. As we tear down the memorial the crosses are stacked and put in the back of Mark Scully's truck and Ed Ellis' van. Somehow this memorial which has grown from the 540 crosses in February to 865 crosses on 4th of July weekend squeezes into these two vehicles both on their last leg. I turn back and the beach is clean again. The memorial is gone almost like it never happened. The picnics and the kites rush in to fill the empty space. Families and friends of all different colors and beliefs rush onto the sand filled with tears. I get home and unload the car. I sit down at my desk to eat dinner and look at the guest book which people have signed throughout the day. At the memorial the book sits right next to our display of the wounded from Iraq - a number which now exceeds 5000. The fireworks are beginning outside. The distant explosions from around the city echo through my walls. I wonder if this it what it sounds like in Iraq and I read the guest book: "Let all the troops come home. Humanity has more important challenges to meet." "Yes it is worth it to keep the world free from the type of people who would destroy all that is worth living for." "I just completed my military obligation one month ago. I have family and friends who are still fighting and now they must fight for me too. I am proud to say that I served my country as a US Sailor. I am proud of my shipmates: those that are still with us and those that are not. Thank you shipmates." "Life is too precious.war is something that will take something precious away. Stop this war and leave people with something precious in life." "We are all here for a purpose. These men and women died so you could live and enjoy life. What is your purpose?" "To fallen brothers - rest in peace knowing that we are free - see you soon - Semper Fi." "I am in tears. Most of these people are still kids. We must stop it." "We love America and if you live here you should too. Respect our country or get out of it." "Ya basta a la Guerra." "On the 4th of July we, as Americans, celebrate our freedom - and at what a horrible cost. Thank you dear boys and girls." "The thrill is gone." "Thank you to the soldiers for the risk you take so that we can come to the beach and have fun." "I came from Syria to the USA because I am looking for a perfect world and for peace. After this war in Iraq I am just thinking that I hope I am not in the wrong place." "Please know that despite all of the politics we respect that you have given up your lives which are undeniably precious." I try to eat my dinner and read. It's impossible. I am blown away. That folks can express such varying points of view standing side-by-side with their tank tops and beach umbrellas and co-exist. Afterall, the intention of the memorial is to honor the fallen and the wounded, to encourage a dialogue among people with different points of view, to address the needs of the US Military returning from war and to provide a place to grieve. I haven't been to Iraq but I will go in the next year with the Veterans for Peace - Iraq Water Project to help rebuild water treatment plants. Some areas in Iraq have been without running water since the end of the first Gulf War. I have to see what is happening for myself. What I've learned is that this conflict is not real to me when I see it on the TV or in the newspapers. On Sunday's at Arlington West however, I cannot deny the reality of the Iraq War. A few weeks ago a man in his mid 70's approached the tent with tears in his eyes. Hello I said and shook his military handshake hand. His lip quivered - I haven't been on sand in 50 years - I was a Marine in World War II and after five beach assaults in the South Pacific I swore I would never set foot on sand again but -- I had to see this he said. This man had it. That inconvenient courage. Thank you I said. April Fitzsimmons 4075 Van Buren Place # B Culver City, CA 90232 (310) 204-4806 ----------------------------------------------------------------------
Hi, all,
I've attached and scrolled below a
one page leaflet we use at Arlington West Santa Monica to give
volunteers some ideas about how to peacefully manage the occasional
conflictive visitor to the project. Some of these ideas are adapted
from various presentations known as "Verbal Judo."
Hope this is useful for others
involved with Arlington projects - please feel free to adapt these
ideas for your chapter's use.
Joanne Tortorici Luna
VFP Los Angeles
MANAGING CONFLICTS AT ARLINGTON WEST
The Arlington West project can evoke varying reactions in the public. Most commonly, AW evokes reflection, and sometimes sadness or grief. However, we have also had to deal with some members of the public (military, vet, and/or civilian) who respond with anger. Some have been verbally abusive and physically threatening. As an organization -- the L.A. chapter of Veterans for Peace -- we are in an ongoing discussion about the best ways to peacefully manage these few disruptive situations. Meanwhile, here are some tips for disarming and defusing aggressive reactions to the project.
Know yourself -- We all have "hot spots" and old wounds. Know beforehand the kinds of comments/situations that could trigger your own anger. This can help keep you from reacting to provocation.
Don't take it personally -- Just like us, people who visit AW will have histories. Angry reactions to the project most likely have their basis in other experiences and memories. It's not about you.
Listen -- Listen carefully to what people are saying, even when they're angry. Remember that underneath anger is sometimes pain. Underneath pain is sometimes anger.
Model calmness -- Let your facial expressions, gestures, words, and tone of voice be at ease and rational. This in turn stimulates rationality in others.
Exercise self-control -- the basic human inclination is to fight back verbally when challenged or insulted. Instead, try to deflect the aggression to ease the situation. In short, this sometimes means to "take crap with dignity and style."
Project empathy and respect -- Empathy means mentally stepping into another person's shoes to understand their point of view.
Reflect the person's words back to him/her --Take the person's words and paraphrase them respectfully, without sarcasm or anger. This can help a person to feel they have been "heard."
Use phrases that help de-escalate: Examples: "Here's what I heard you say…" "I appreciate that." "I see your point." "You're entitled to that view." "I hear ya." "That may well be." "I understand that." etc.
Acknowledge that people have different ways of experiencing AW but look for points of agreement: Example: "We may have different ways of thinking about what's happening in Iraq. But we seem to agree that we want to honor the dead."
If things get heated, take control of the conversation: Example: "Whoa! Hold on. Wait a sec." Then empathize, and paraphrase. These are deflective techniques.
Ignore those who are non-aggressively disruptive: Turn your attention away from people who are disrupting without being aggressive. Turn your attention toward people you'd rather talk to. This discourages the disrupter from continuing.
Safety First
- if you are attacked physically, get away from the attacker if
possible. Have a code for calling the police when
-------------------------------------------------------- http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,1261747,00.html John Kenneth Galbraith
Published in the August, 2004 issue of The Progressive Dissent at the War Memorial by Howard Zinn As I write this, the sounds of the World War II Memorial
celebration in Washington, D.C., are still in my head. I was invited
by the Smithsonian Institution to be on one of the panels, and the
person who called to invite me said that the theme would be "War
Stories." I told him that I would come, but not to tell "war stories,"
rather to talk about World War II and its meaning for us today. Fine,
he said. I made my way into a scene that looked like a movie set for a Cecil
B. DeMille extravaganza--huge tents pitched here and there, hawkers
with souvenirs, thousands of visitors, many of them clearly World War
II veterans, some in old uniforms, sporting military caps, wearing
their medals. In the tent designated for my panel, I joined my fellow
panelist, an African American woman who had served with the WACS
(Women's Army Corps) in World War II, and who would speak about her
personal experiences in a racially segregated army. I was introduced as a veteran of the Army Air Corps, a bombardier
who had flown combat missions over Europe in the last months of the
war. I wasn't sure how this audience would react to what I had to say
about the war, in that atmosphere of celebration, in the honoring of
the dead, in the glow of a great victory accompanied by countless acts
of military heroism. This, roughly, is what I said: "I'm here to honor the two guys who
were my closest buddies in the Air Corps--Joe Perry and Ed Plotkin,
both of whom were killed in the last weeks of the war. And to honor
all the others who died in that war. But I'm not here to honor war
itself. I'm not here to honor the men in Washington who send the young
to war. I'm certainly not here to honor those in authority who are now
waging an immoral war in Iraq." I went on: "World War II is not simply and purely a 'good war.' It
was accompanied by too many atrocities on our side--too many bombings
of civilian populations. There were too many betrayals of the
principles for which the war was supposed to have been fought. "Yes, World War II had a strong moral aspect to it--the defeat of
fascism. But I deeply resent the way the so-called good war has been
used to cast its glow over all the immoral wars we have fought in the
past fifty years: in Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Grenada, Panama, Iraq,
Afghanistan. I certainly don't want our government to use the
triumphal excitement surrounding World War II to cover up the horrors
now taking place in Iraq. "I don't want to honor military heroism--that conceals too much
death and suffering. I want to honor those who all these years have
opposed the horror of war." The audience applauded. But I wasn't sure what that meant. I knew I
was going against the grain of orthodoxy, the romanticization of the
war in movies and television and now in the war memorial celebrations
in the nation's capital. There was a question-and-answer period. The first person to walk up
front was a veteran of World War II, wearing parts of his old uniform.
He spoke into the microphone: "I was wounded in World War II and have
a Purple Heart to show for it. If President Bush were here right now I
would throw that medal in his face." There was a moment of what I think was shock at the force of his
statement. Then applause. I wondered if I was seeing a phenomenon that
recurs often in society--when one voice speaks out against the
conventional wisdom, and is recognized as speaking truth, people are
drawn out of their previous silence. I was encouraged by the thought that it is possible to challenge
the standard glorification of the Second World War, and more
important, to refuse to allow it to give war a good name. I did not
want this celebration to make it easy for the American public to
accept whatever monstrous adventure is cooked up by the establishment
in Washington. More and more, I am finding that I am not the only veteran of World
War II who refuses to be corralled into justifying the wars of today,
drawing on the emotional and moral capital of World War II. There are
other veterans who do not want to overlook the moral complexity of
World War II: the imperial intentions of the Allies even as they
declared it a war against fascism, and for democracy; the deliberate
bombing of civilian populations to destroy the morale of the enemy. Paul Fussell was an infantry lieutenant who was badly wounded while
a platoon leader in France in World War II. "For the past fifty years the Allied war has been sanitized and
romanticized almost beyond recognition by the sentimental, the loony
patriotic, the ignorant, and the bloodthirsty," he wrote in Wartime. It was easier, after the end of World War II, to point to its
stupidities and cruelties in fiction rather than in a direct onslaught
on what was so universally acclaimed as "the good war." Thus, Joseph
Heller in Catch-22 captured the idiocy of military life, the crass
profiteering, the pointless bombings. And Kurt Vonnegut, in
Slaughterhouse-Five, brought to a large readership the awful story of
the bombing of Dresden. My own delayed criticism of the war--I had volunteered and was an
enthusiastic bombardier--began with reflecting about my participation
in the bombing of Royan. This was a small town on the Atlantic coast
of France, where several thousand German soldiers had been overrun and
were waiting for the war to end. Twelve hundred heavy bombers flew
over the vicinity of Royan and dropped napalm, killing German soldiers
and French civilians, destroying what was once a beautiful little
resort town. Recently, a man wrote to me who had heard me speak on the radio
about that bombing mission and said he was also on that mission. After
the war, he became a fireman, then a carpenter, and is now a strong
opponent of war. He told me of a friend of his who was also on that
mission, and who has been arrested many times in anti-war actions. I
was encouraged to hear that. World War II veterans get in touch with me from time to time. One
is Edward Wood Jr. of Denver, who upon hearing I was going to be at
the Washington Memorial, wrote to me: He said, "If I were there, I
would say: As a combat veteran of World War II, severely wounded in
France in 1944, never the man I might have been because of that wound,
I so wish that this memorial to World War II might have been made of
more than stone or marble. I mourn my generation's failures since its
victory in World War II . . . our legacy of incessant warfare in
smaller nations far from our borders." Another airman, Ken Norwood, was shot down on his tenth mission
over Europe, and spent a year as a prisoner of war in Germany. He has
written a memoir (unpublished, so far) which he says is "intentionally
an anti-war war story." Packed first into a box car, and then forced
to march for two weeks through Bavaria in the spring of 1945, Norwood
saw the mangled corpses of the victims of Allied bombs, the working
class neighborhoods destroyed. All his experiences, he says, "add to
the harsh testimony about the futility and obscenity of war." The glorification of the "good war" persists on our television and
movie screens, in the press, in the pretentious speeches by
politicians. The more ugly the stories that come out of Iraq--the
bombing of civilians, the mutilation of children, the invasion of
homes, and now the torture of prisoners--the more urgent it is for our
government to try to crowd out all those images with the triumphant
stories of D-Day and World War II. Those who fought in that war are perhaps better able than anyone to
insist that whatever moral standing can be attached to that war must
not be used to turn our eyes away from Bush's atrocities in
Afghanistan and Iraq. Howard Zinn, the author of "A People's History of the United
States," is a columnist for The Progressive. Copyright 2004 The Progressive --------------------------------------------------------
Learning the
Lessons of Our Own History When General Sir William Howe attacked George Washington¹s
continental army during the American revolutionary war, Howe had
superior numbers and the support of the world¹s most powerful
navy. His men were trained, disciplined and courageous, his
commanders skilled and experienced. Washington¹s army was smaller,
less experienced, less well trained. But Washington had surprise,
superior intelligence, greater speed, and the corresponding
ability to hit hard against a single weak outpost and then run. On
Christmas day in 1776, Washington pulled off a surprise attack at
Trenton and a week later another at Princeton, New Jersey. These
successes caught the eyes of the world. Public opinion began to
turn toward support of the rebels. When, in addition, the Hessians
who fought with Howe then conducted a policy of "shrecklichkeiten,"
or "atrocities," to be intentionally committed against American
prisoners, a revolution occurred in the minds of the colonials and
independence was only a matter of time. Similar factors are at play in the current war in Iraq. Today,
however, the shoe is on the other foot and Americans are in the
awkward position of the English in 1776. Militarily speaking, the locals in Iraq have the advantage of
surprise. They, more than we, are able to move their attackers
quickly and silently in the night. They, more than we, are able to
approach an American post or an Iraqi police station without being
seen. They more than we can attack a convoy and melt into the
country side. They also have the advantage of intelligence. They, more than
we, know what their enemy is doing. They have sources in and about
the American and Iraqi armies. Their sources can tell them where
our troops are, when we are in garrison, when we are on the move.
Our army is stronger but it is not quieter or more invisible.
Iraqi insurgents know who we are; where we are; how many we are.
We know none of these things about them. They also have the advantage of speed. They can move a few
attackers, a d ozen or half a dozen, far quicker than we can move
a platoon, or a company of armored infantry. The larger our unit,
the longer it takes to get on the road and so the US military is
forever slower than the locals. The rebels can also mass
significant power against some weak link in the American front,
like a car bomb at a police station. Today, neither Americans nor
Iraqis have enough troops to adequately protect all these outposts
of authority and one car bomb can blow a government stronghold to
smithereens. Surprise, intelligence, speed of movement, the ability to mass
overwhelming power at one small location and then to evaporate
were all features of George Washington¹s generalship in 1776.
Still today they are features of combat that every commander
studies at war college. It is no wonder therefore that when, in
May, 2002, George W. Bush first proposed to his commanders that
they invade Iraq the Joint Chiefs resisted his request. They knew
then what the American public is coming to know now; superior
force by itself is not enough to quell a local, publicly-supported
rebellion. The president might have foreseen the quagmire had he paid more
attention to our own history. He might also have looked to 1588,
when the Spanish Armada was defeated by a smaller British fleet
acting with speed and surprise and superior intelligence. He might
have looked to Napoleon¹s experience when he marched 600,000 men
into Russia and left 500,000 behind, in the ground. Not even
Napoleon could overcome Russian irregulars who attacked and melted
away into the night. Mr. Bush might have remembered Vietnam when
the same factors defeated a superior American force only 40 years
ago. In America in 1776, Washington¹s small victories began slowly
to leverage public opinion to support the rebellion. The movement
spread when these were combined with atrocities committed by
British and Hessians against the rebels¹ families and prisoners.
It is ironic that in Iraq the small victories of the local
insurgents combined with the atrocities at Abu Ghraib have played
a similar role, gradually swinging public opinion against the
American invaders. Now this week coalition forces have mounted a
new campaign, hitting Shiite sections of Baghdad, Basra,
Nasiriyah, Najaf, killing civilians and insurgents wherever they
go. The flaw in the plan, as it was for General Howe in 1776, is
that while we count killed insurgents the locals are counting
killed civilians and in the battle for public opinion theirs is
the count that matters. Craig S. Barnes August 4, 2004
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***Why We Have Gathered
On This Day -
in Support,
in Sorrow and in Shame.***
Dear Ladies and
Gentlemen,
Today, on
September 2nd., 2004, the RNC will re-annoint George W. Bush
as its candidate for President. Today, on September 2nd., 2004
in Iraq, a few more of our soldiers and Marines will be
killed, or maimed forever. And so, today - on September 2nd. ,
2004 we gather here together, in support, in sorrow and in
shame for our humble Veterans Vigil For The Fallen.
In these times of Dire Distress for our people
and our nation, when lapel-pin-patriotism and fear are
fostered and embraced as expedient substitutes for
thoughtfullness and policy, when questioning and dissent are
treated with self-serving condescension and contempt and when
our nation's wealth, good name and ideals are being needlessly
squandered, the daily dead and wounded from this
Administration's obsessive crusade in Iraq keep drifting back
to our nation's shores, in a growing legion of broken bodies,
minds and spirits, mostly unseen and unknown except to their
God and those who loved them once, and still and always.
As veterans of our nation's service in its many
conflicts, we feel that it is both fitting and proper to honor
the service and sacrifice of the brave men and women of our
armed forces, and to encourage public reflection on the
reasons contrived for sending them on their current thankless
mission to Iraq. Consequently, as a sign of truly patriotic
public duty, of Support For Our Troops, of shared Sorrow At
Their Sacrifices, and of Shame For The Ideological Policies
that have so recklessly and needlessly placed them in harm's
way and keep them there, we ask that you consider joining us
in mourning at this Veterans Vigil For The Fallen.
Yellow ribbons fade, fray and all too soon and
easily turn to dust; the ruffles, flourishes and photo-ops of
missions declared accomplished all too quickly give way to
other news; new scandals and press-conferences, followed by
ever new and breathless revelations and lame explanations, all
meld seamlessly into a cacophany of sounds - even as the dead
and wounded and their sorrows and their sacrifices remain, to
confront us with their silent questions, to ask us for our
honest answers and to demand that we provide them with a due
accounting.
It is these dead, and wounded and their
questions that we ask you to recall and respond to by joining
us in this VETERANS VIGIL FOR THE FALLEN, and to remember that
these dead and wounded are of our flesh, and of our blood and
of our spirit.
Thankyou. Igor Bobrowsky - Purple Heart
Veteran/USMarines (Vietnam)
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