Monday, June 4, 2007

Peace Activist Quits

For the past two summers there has been one voice that has been louder than all the other in America's cry against the war in Iraq. I'm spaking about the voice of Cindy Sheehan.

Sheehan, 49, of Vacaville, Calif., lost her 24-year-old son Casey in Iraq on April 4, 2004. As a way of overcoming her greif she emerged as one of the most vocal and high-profile war opponents, drawing international attention nearly two years ago when she camped outside President Bush's Crawford, Texas ranch to protest the war. Last summer, she used her own money to buy land in Crawford to continue the summer protest (and called it Camp Casey after her fallen son), because by then, local lwas had been passed to keep American citizens from protesting along the highway leading to and from Bush's ranch. The small property was bought so that the protesters could have a place to come together without the risk of being arrested (yes Texas is still part of America).

Last Monday, May 29th, the anti-war activist announced she was giving up her role as the "face" of the American anti-war movement. When asked the reason for her change of heart she said it was due in part because of the way the Democrats caved in to george Bush on the Iraq Spending Bill. " I am going to take whatever I have left and go home. I am going to go home and be a mother to my surviving children and try to regain some of what I have lost," she was quoted as saying in one news source. She also said that she is calling it quits because of personal egos that have been put above peace and human life within the peace movement itself. Her statement was released to the liberal blog Daily Kos and was picked up by AP.

Cindy has fought a temendous fight. I can only imagine the enomous physical and emotional strain her anti-war activites must have been on her, especially with her mother ill from cancer for the past few years. I just wish I could personally thank her for the energy and effort she has poured into trying to stop this carnage of innocent human beings on both sides. I praise her for carrying continuing the struggle for what is right even after her life has been threated my times. Let's hope she will change her mind. All that is certain is that after being hospitalized for more than a month from "Peace Fasting", and being convicted of trepassing after an attempt at delivering an Anti-War Petition to the U.N. she desires time out. Find out more:

And here's a "peace" poem:

Coincidences, Aiming To Participate

That's my dog grinning for the camera.

You can see the ice cream truck parked at the
curb and even passersby as they mill around the
car accident. The chubby kid with six hands is
my brother and that hazy glow at the top of the
picture is sunlight whistling through smog.

* * * * * *
The right-side side of the photograph is determined
to be politically correct but never even learned how
to tie its shoes. There's a stoplight at the corner
recently back from re-hab and the bird on the wire
thinks its my sister. Trees wear raspberry berets.

* * * * * *

The '56 Chevy is memory trying to open the door,
but someone swallowed the key. What else. The
picket-fence may appear to be white but is really
cleaning fluid, and rumor has it that the sidewalk
hates snow. Oh, the mailbox at the driveway once
had a red flag but our doorbell ate it.
And the world still turns at a carousel's speed.

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