Friday, October 30, 2009

Right Here, Right Now

On Wednesday and Thursday, the snow came down and came down. Truthfully, it wasn't always coming down - sometimes it came across, blowing horizontally from the north.

On Wednesday I was at the office and the powers-that-be decided to close the place down at 2:00, due to the weather. I wanted to go home and wasn't looking forward to the drive. I had heard that the highway we normally take home was closed, due to multiple accidents. We would have to take an alternate route, which I prefer in the snow anyway. Still...

I stood at the glass door, waiting for Mr. Carol For Peace to get done messing with his computer (yes, we work in the same office). I felt antsy, impatient, nervous - wanting to get home NOW.

Then, I wondered what it would be like to be a small child looking out the glass door. All of the layers of thoughts and opinions that have formed over many years started peeling away until all I saw outside was amazing white snow.

It was absolutely, stunningly precious!


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

We Don't Need No More Trouble

This is my favorite Playing For Change song and video so far. For those of you who can't watch the video, people from all over the world, including Bono, are singing Bob Marley's War/No More Trouble.




"Until the color of [everyone's] man's skin has no more significance than the color of his [or her] eyes, everywhere is war." *

- Haile Selassie, from a speech made before the United Nations General Assembly in 1963. Bob Marley used the speech as lyrics to this song.



* [Inserted words are mine - thank you very much!]

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Rethunk My Plans; Rehink Afghanistan

I was going to stay home and get some things done today. I wasn't going to get dressed. It was snowing outside and I didn't want to leave the warmth of my house.

Then I read a Contact Form submitted on my Carol For Peace blog. Here is the website of the man who contacted me: Marigold Fund, Afghanistan.

Looking at that site, feeling deep admiration for this man's work, I suddenly remembered that the video Rethink Afghanistan was showing at a church downtown today - as in one hour from that very moment. Not that watching a video will change the world, but suddenly, it seemed important. I got dressed, laid aside my introversion and shyness, and drove downtown.

If you haven't yet seen Rethink Afghanistan, I highly recommend it. I didn't know what to expect. I learned some things, was reminded of the futility of our military actions over there, and I witnessed the human cost of war. It wasn't an easy movie to watch, but it had me captivated.

To see a trailer and find out about a screening near you, click here.

For more trailers click here.

I truly think that, in order to live in peace on this planet, we need to care about the suffering of all of our brothers and sisters as much as our own. I would rather die early, having lived with benevolence toward all, than live long at the expense of another.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Under Colorado-blue skies
(Crayola should name a crayon
"Colorado Blue" after these kinds
of skies),
Buddha, the dog, and I
went to Clear Creek
to do our walking
meditation
the slow kind of wandering
a 13-year-old dog
likes.

We passed no one.
I soon realized why
Path closed, due to downed
trees. Dangerous.



I forgot
about the winds
and hail,
three months ago,
that uprooted grandfather trees,
that splintered windows
and filled houses with inches
of white ice,
that shredded tomatoes and
zucchinis and sunflowers,



that defied all attempts to
control nature, bringing
down trees and their protective
beaver-resistant
fence-dresses




This was truly
ground zero
that late July night.
Today the chain saws
and shredders
moaned.

First the hail and winds,
then the machines,
until we forget that
there used to be
acres of trees here.





Amidst the piles of dead
tree parts
an artist put brush to
canvas,




creating a soft,
graceful ballet
of fall colors.

While I explored
the raw and
broken.


Sunday, October 18, 2009

Yesterday

7:30 a.m. Arrive at the public area between Denver Public Library and the Denver Art Museum. Unload bags and bags of shoes and boots. COLD! I have never been a part of the Eyes Wide Open exhibit in warm temps. What is it about that?

9:00 a.m. All boots, shoes and signs are arranged. Three women from the downtown Women in Black vigil arrive and stand with their banner. One of the women ends up standing the entire 5 hours we have the exhibit out. I really appreciate her dedication. A few people pass by. Some look for a few moments. Others keep eyes straight ahead as they walk to wherever they are going. I wonder how they can be so disengaged with what is going on around them. Then I realize that I am sure I have been that way before during times when I wasn't comfortable with what presented itself to me. (Mental note: I want to live my life being present, with wonder, open to investigating what's around me.)







A few of the "usual suspects" come and hang out with us. I love these people. All are kind. All trying to help the world in any way that they can.

Noon: The wonderful women from the Women in Black vigil that I stand with come with our banner. We all gather. There is a prayer. "...Remind us what YOU have taught through every religion, that we are wise to do to others not as we have been done to but as we want others to do to us. Open our eyes, make us wise that You give us answers better than war..." Names are read. The first Iraqi name, that of a one-year-old, shoots through the air and into our hearts.
The weight of my head is too heavy for my shoulders to support.










Then Jeff Lucey was remembered. Not a casualty of physical injuries, but a suicide after returning home from the war. A casualty of war, nonetheless. My heart... We all stood in silence for a long time. There were no more words.





Align CenterBoots representing the unknown number of suicides that have occurred
as a result of the wars.







Thank you for the photos, Mr. Carol For Peace.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Human Cost

If you live in Colorado...



8 Years in Afghanistan: The Human Cost

Join us for Eyes Wide Open, the Human Cost of War. As there are commemorations all around the world to mark this chilling anniversary, we will be participating in Denver with the Eyes Wide Open Exhibit.

Tomorrow, Saturday, October 17, 2009
9 am - 2pm

At noon there will be a special remembrance of lives lost in Afghanistan and Iraq, both civilian and military.

Location: Public space between the library and the art museum in downtown Denver.
10 W 14th Ave. Parkway

Monday, October 12, 2009

Very little grows on jagged

rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up

where you are. You've been

stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.


- Rumi


Saturday, October 10, 2009

Afghanistan: Confessions of a Peace Activist

This is probably the longest post I have put up in a long time, but I think that it's worth reading. It is written by my teacher, Dr. Elizabeth Roberts, who is now in Palestine meeting with non-violent peace activists and human rights activists in Israel. A couple of weeks ago, she was in Afghanistan. In this "Letter from the road", she tells about her experience listening to the people of Afghanistan. Her words are causing me to think. A lot. And to realize that maybe I just don't know...



AFGHANISTAN:
CONFESSIONS OF A PEACE ACTIVIST

Kabul: armed guards, machine guns and sand bags at every intersection and at the door to my guest house - open sewers and fecal dust - traffic jams of SUVs, military convoys, bicycles and pedestrians – six-story buildings amidst crumbling houses and filthy refugee encampments - men, lots of men everywhere, and street children. The women on the streets are conservatively dressed (no skin showing) with big scarves. About a quarter of them wear the signature blue head-to-toe burqa.

I have come to Kabul because I want to experience for myself what is happening here, eight years after the U.S. ousted the Taliban. I have spent the past 40 years of my life protesting war and working for peace in conflict areas. I don’t believe that killing leads to peace.

I came here as part of a small peace delegation of mostly women who share my conviction that President Obama must not send more troops and should set a timeline for withdrawal of the 60,000 that are here.

But now - after seven intense days and nights of interviews and meetings in Kabul - I no longer have that conviction.

The best path to peace may not be the withdrawal of U.S. and NATO troops. And since the troops here now are not able to provide enough security for the Afghans to rebuild their country, it is possible more troops may be needed.

It shocks me to admit this. But the voices I have heard – local and international NGO workers, reconciliation activists, ex-Taliban members, warlords, women in homeless shelters and in governmental positions – clearly do not want a withdrawal of troops now. They are under attack. The great majority of the people I listened to – not all but the great majority – feel that additional troops are necessary to train a viable Afghan army and a national police force and to secure the country so that development projects can proceed. Yes, we should have accomplished those goals by now, but we have not.

Dr. Soraya, a dedicated and hopeful Afghan physician who is Commissioner for Women’s Rights, told us, “If the international troops leave Afghanistan now it could be a humanitarian disaster. There will be chaos and rape again.”

Leading Questions
I am not the only one in our delegation who had to confront this disparity between our pre-convictions and the reality we found. This disparity became a serious tension in our group.

After the second day of appointments, with most of the Afghans we met expressing support for the presence of troops, one of the leaders of our delegation said, “I don’t like what I am hearing.” So she changed her style of questioning. For example, when she asked, “Do you want the troops to leave?” the answers she received were mostly “No.” So she began asking questions like, “Do you want development and jobs, or do you want that money spent on more troops?” Sure enough, more people began to say they wanted “Jobs not war.” This was the sound-bite she wanted.

In my younger days as a social researcher for national-scale projects, I learned a great deal about survey questioning. You can get the answer you’re looking for by limiting the options presented in the question. A more accurate approach is to formulate questions that are essentially open-ended, questions that do not in themselves limit the field of the answer.

So when I asked the same people, “Do you feel Afghanistan can develop economically and socially at this time without military security?” the answer was “No. We need an army. The coalition forces must stay and train an army of 250,000 Afghans. Until that happens we need U.S. troops to secure the border with Pakistan so the Taliban stop coming and going from their training camps there.”

I came to Kabul to listen and learn, and to report back home what I witnessed. While I respect the heart values of those of my colleagues who insist on reporting only Afghan voices that support their position, I feel the simplicity of sound bites like “No more troops” risks misleading the American people about their responsibility to the people of Afghanistan and about how their own security interests are intertwined in the region.

A Snapshot of Three Decades of War
America is not an innocent bystander to the situation in Afghanistan (and neither is Britain, Russia, Pakistan, or Iran.) Over the past thirty years American policies have shown an appalling lack of long-range thinking as well as arrogance and ignorance about the cultural and political forces at play in the region.

In 1979, Soviet troops invaded Afghanistan to bolster a faltering communist government. Blinded by cold war rhetoric, the CIA spent the next ten years funding and arming an indigenous insurgency called the mujahedeen (Mr. Wilson’s War). So the U.S. couldn’t be called to account, these funds were moved through the Pakistan intelligence services (the ISI) who served their own needs by directing arms and money to the most fundamentalist of the Islamic warlords involved, slowly freezing out the moderate and nationalist leaders. When the Soviets withdrew in 1989, the U.S. breathed a sigh of relief and promptly forgot about Afghanistan.

With 1.5 million Afghans killed in the war and 4 million more banished to squalid refugee camps, the country was in disarray. But the mujahedeen militias divided along tribal lines had become accustomed to fighting and the thrill of living near death. Almost as soon as the mujahedeen took over, rivalries exploded into civil war. Armed with the weapons we supplied them they plunged the country into another devastating six years of war.

Many Afghans welcomed the “talibs” as they poured out of their conservative madrassas over the border from Pakistan and offered to put an end to the chaos. But the Taliban victory was soon its own scourge on the people of Afghanistan. They imposed severe social and religious sanctions on the populace, and welcomed the money and recruits that came from Saudi Arabia and Pakistan with the express purpose of challenging Western-style civilization.

Three weeks after 9/11, American forces attacked Afghanistan. Three months later the Taliban had melted away. Obsessed with cultivating war with Iraq, we left the job in Afghanistan unfinished – with inadequate security force, little money for reconstruction, and little attention to the growing drug trade that was funding renewed terrorist activities. The Taliban and Al Qaeda moved to Pakistan to regroup, recruit, and then returned to destabilize the provincial and national governments of Afghanistan.

Americans are now tired of the “war of choice” in Iraq. Faced with enormous domestic problems, Americans understandably want to be rid of the Afghan problem once again. After 8 years of misguided bombing raids to “kill Taliban” who are living in villages surrounded by civilians, we have created a new multi-headed enemy.

Today the Taliban are different from the original fundamentalists who waged a war in the name of Islam. According to the director of the Peace and Reconciliation process in Kabul “only about 10% -15% of Taliban are ideologically motivated today.” The rest are a combination of poor villagers angry at U.S. bombing, out of work youth, former militia, drug smugglers, plain thugs and those from the countryside who distrust any national government no matter whose it is. “Most of them,” the director told us, “if offered money, land, jobs and personal security would put down their weapons and come in.”

You Break It, You Own It
Why is this mess our problem? Why should the boys and girls from Indiana and Texas who I talked with at Edgar Military Base in Kabul come here to risk their lives for the security of these people? Why? Because the U.S. has been intimately involved in creating this mess, and we have a moral responsibility to these people to help clean it up. And in terms of our own self-interest, if we turn our back on Afghanistan now it will almost certainly come back to haunt us.

What does “clean it up” mean? It means we have to do many, many things differently from how we have been doing over the past 30 years. In my next letter I will try to outline a few of these courses of action.

Many analysts say the U.S. is using the war on terrorism as an excuse to expand its military power in order to access resources throughout this region. This may be true. After 40 years of peace activism it is hard to trust the military establishment and the industry behind it. Basically I don’t. Yet I know if the international forces leave Afghanistan now without securing the country, there will be a great deal more violence here and it will very likely spread beyond these borders.

Consider the alternatives. Without an international military presence there is a good chance that money and influence from neighboring Pakistan, Russia, Uzbekistan, Iran – not to mention Saudi Arabia – will plunge the country back into civil war. Then there is the enormous success of the illegal heroin trade in the region since the U.S. invasion. Today in the south of the country, drug production and transport pays the bills and cements the loyalties of hundreds of tribal chieftains who are involved in the trade. This could easily become a narco-state funneling half of its profits to terrorist groups around the world. Two other options are a successful Taliban victory establishing another repressive, woman-hating, terrorist-supporting regime fueled by drug money, or maybe simply a failed state in perpetual war, continuously destabilizing the whole region. Any of these outcomes would stimulate an increase in Islamist militancy and global terrorism.

The Dilemma of the Peace Activist
Peace workers are against violence. We protest all war. Military adventurism and the pervasiveness of the military–industrial complex appall us. I liked it better when I knew what the moral high ground in Afghanistan was – troop withdrawal – but my experience from this intense week in Kabul has given me pause.

I feel we have to admit a terrible truth: the standard anti-war position of “bring the troops home now” is in itself a violent policy. It will precipitate extreme violence. The opposite position – maintaining current troop levels, or adding more – also means more violence. But after all that has happened, the U.S. has a responsibility to help Afghans fashion a sovereign country capable of human decency.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Ships That Don't Pass in the Night

Awhile ago, I wrote a little about a book I was reading by Terry Tempest Williams. I love TTW. I ingest her books as thought they were the first gulp of air after pushing off the bottom of the deep end of the pool. Because of my blog post, TTW's publisher, or someone like that (I forget now), contacted me to see if I would like to meet TTW and interview her for my blog. Not only yes, but hell yes! Well, that was the end of that. Never heard from her again. Maybe that email was just someone pretending to be associated with TTW in order to get me all excited.

A few months later, I read that Ms. Tempest was going to be speaking at the Denver Botanic Gardens this fall. We signed up immediately.

Finally, the time has neared. This Thursday is the day.


But wait! It is not to be! An email received last night stated that TTW has had to cancel due to something to do with her health. TTW will be replaced with someone else.

At first, I was thinking, "No! Terry or nobody. Forget it. I want my money back." But this woman who will be speaking sounds very interesting. I just might be enriched by listening to her. I'm looking forward to it. I do like surprises.

So, to Terry, wherever you are, however you are: May your ship travel safely, may the waters hold you like a mother's loving arms. Maybe someday, our ships will pass in the night. Or the day. Sending healing thoughts and prayers to you

"The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves." - Terry Tempest Williams

Monday, October 5, 2009

How Long?

I was just cleaning out the trunk of our car (the "boot" for you British people out there). I'm embarrassed to admit that, under the jumper cables and the Women in Black banner, I found a sign that I had held at a rally before last November's elections. Hmmmm, only a year old... It said, "Eight is Enough", referring to the previous 8 years of Republican rule.

If you keep things long enough, they eventually become relevant again. (An example: the hip-hugging pants that people are wearing now. If only I would have kept some of my favorite pants from high school.)

In 5 days, on October 10th, we will have been in Afghanistan for - you guessed it - 8 years. Again I might say that "Eight is Enough". How long does it take to realize the horror and futility of this war and occupation?

If you look at the numbers here, you will see that every month we lose more soldiers to the Afghanistan Occupation than we lost the previous month. How many lives are enough?

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I have been watching my critical thoughts lately. I am noticing when I don't like someone and when I have judgments about others. I'm more embarrassed by my thoughts than I am about the year-old sign in my trunk! Judgmental thoughts don't make my life any happier. They don't change the people I judge. They just feel like ick. And still, I judge and criticize. How many years of that is enough?

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Until I can answer that last question, I don't think I'll even attempt to speculate on any of the others.