First let me say that I have no idea why I went to Crawford. I mean what was going to be accomplished anyway? And from what I gathered, I was not disappointed because nothing was accomplished. Sort of. Bear with me.
A Picture
One of the many experiences I had at Crawford was actually at home 3 days later. I wanted to take a picture of one of the flags with a soldiers name on it and wanted to make sure I could see the name. Well, I dont know who's picture I took till I got home. And when I looked at it, well, see for yourself.
Ginger Williams
There was a lady sitting on the side of the road holding a sign. I had to go see what it said. "Why is my son in Iraq?". We (Joanne, Tom, and I) sat and talked with her for a long long time. Her son was sent in June of 2005. She came in from Chicago. She was later harrassed by a group of compassionate conservative Christians. Imagine that.
As others came to see her, I asked them where they were from, and what is the next step? What the hell do we do to stop this damn war? And I didn't get any answers. It was frustrating.
Kumbiya (sp?)
I noticed there were quite a few lefties out there. I have historically been uncomfortable with the far lefties, but this time, I really enjoyed being one of them. Although I still will not sing kumbiya.
What do we do next?
OK folks, so we and 12 miilion others around the world protested before the war. We've protested after the war. We have lit candles, gone to vigils, ya-ya-da and now we are singing Kumbiya in the middle of *&^%ing nowhere and yet the war rages on. What the hell do we need to do? Tip over cars? Light them on fire? Bring out the tear gas? Rubber bullets?
I don't know about you guys, but I have had it with all this peaceful crap. We are getting kids killed because we are not doing what is necessary to stop this damn war.
And i am frustrated.
John