Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Joy to the World

I've been attempting a blog post for days.

Write parts.

Delete parts.

Change subjects.

Put too many subjects together under one roof.

Delete and start again.

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I am three quarters through the book, The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun.

I'm reading it because my daughter told me to, and I always do what she says to do.

(My daughter doesn't read my blog, so she'll never be able to debate me on the validity of the sentence above.)

I am already happy. A happiness book wasn't something that I would have ever chosen on my own, but through the reading of this book, I have found some interesting challenges that are already changing my life. How fun!

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We went to see readings by Warrior Writers last night. We listened to veterans from the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars reading poetry and stories which express what lives inside them after their combat and non-combat experiences.

Will write more about that later. Still digesting.

Bought the book, Warrior Writers: Remaking Sense, while at the event.

Going back to "happiness", is this Gibran quote that I found in the Editor's Notes of the Warrior Writers' book true?:

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."
- Kahlil Gibran


From my experience, sorrows have created space for more joy only when I have let them carve deep into my being. The times that I have only danced on the surface of sorrow, without giving it words and life; those are the times that joy finds no avenue for penetrating my heart and breaking it open. Roadblocks everywhere.

Some people might not think that listening to the pain and anger of returned vets would add to one's happiness. I feel happy to know that these brave young men are more brave than any of us thought they were. The bravery is not just found on the battlefield. It's found in admitting one's actions, in facing one's deepest nightmares, in saying the unsayable. I am happy that I got to witness the profound last night.

If Gibran's quote is true, the soldiers in the video below must have a chasm for joy that runs deeper than the deepest ocean. I don't know. But I truly hope so.



Friday, April 2, 2010

How I Survived the USPS Massacree

I mailed over 900 postcards to Washington, D.C. today.


The postcards need to get to D.C. by Monday. I drove to the nearest post office this morning - a small post office in a dinky town which is only one square mile in size. I like to go to that branch because I like small (singing the Cheers song, "Where everybody knows your name" as she types - and no, no one there really does know my name).

When I entered the lobby, I saw a line of about six people, with only one clerk working at the counters.

Hmmmm...

I stood in line for a very long time. I have never seen a postal customer take as long as that customer at the counter was taking. And it isn't even Christmas season! Soon, the natives started getting restless. People were complaining in loud voices. I overheard the clerk say something about the "system" being slow and that she wasn't being able to accept credit cards.

Well, poo.

I had no cash on me. Still I stood. Everything seemed so okay, even with these loud voices and the lack of hope that was falling down on me.

A woman who knows no strangers came in and started talking to, well, anyone around. I found out that it was her birthday yesterday and she turned 47. Yesterday, someone on the bus drew her a little birthday card on a little piece of paper. She pulled the "card" out of her purse and showed it to the woman in front of me. So proud, so touched. And announcing that she'll have to do that for someone else now - "paying it forward".

Her 47-year-old face was as light as a child's.

When it was my turn to go to the window, I told the clerk that I heard her say the computers weren't accepting credit cards right now, so I just wanted to ask if they would be able to meet my needs should I decide to come back once things were working again. Could they get the postcards to D.C. by Monday? Not tomorrow, but Monday?

Well, yes. For an exorbitant fee
-this 14 pound box, which contained hours of work by people from all walks of life
- this box full of the names of U.S. soldiers who served in Afghanistan and willingly put their lives on the line for their beliefs
- this box full of signatures of people who wish for peace for our world
- this box would be delivered to people in D.C. who will then take it to Nancy Pelosi.

(And no, I hold no hope that Nancy Pelosi will do anything regarding the wars because of receiving those postcards, but one does what one can, holding the ideal of peace, no matter what the circumstances. And sometimes, just standing peacefully in line, surrounded by angry customers, is all we can do to bring peace to the world.)

After telling me the stiff price of postage for this box that TRULY must have contained gold, then picking me up off of the floor, the clerk ran my credit card through the machine and it worked as smooth as a hot knife through butter. Oh happy Day!!!

And I am forwarding to you the wishes Ms. USPS gave me as I walked out the door (okay, I revised them somewhat):

Much grace and love to YOU during this time of year that is special in many traditions and paths.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Milestones

There seems to be a need in the lives of humans to mark events as milestones, acknowledging significant points along the way.

Different ages - 13, 16, 18, 21,...100 - all have some magical effect on us. We become a teenager, we can drive, we can vote and go to war, we can drink, we are among the oldest of the old.

We celebrate anniversaries of various kinds. Happy occasions like wedding anniversaries and sadder ones commemorating death.

As Buddha the dog sleeps on the floor behind me, I ponder what life is like with no milestones. Sure, he knows when it's time to eat (All the time.) (Or at least once in the early morning and at again at exactly 5:00 p.m.) But that's about it for Buddha milestones. He and the wild animals are completely free of the burden of having to remember another's birthday or a wedding (or mating) anniversary.

And they also miss the fun of creating an event out of a date on the calendar.

Just think... time is pretty much one continuous road if you are oblivious to the milestones we are programmed to honor and remember.

And Buddha the Dog isn't any less happy as he sniffs the road and lifts his leg along the way. He just lives in the moment - noticing each doggy calling card he comes upon.

I'm not exploring milestones in this way to make light of the milestone that occurred today. I'm just pondering our tendency to choose to make one number more important than another.

Today, the 1000th U.S. soldier was killed in Afghanistan. Definitely not the kind of moment to take lightly or celebrate in any way.

But I'm feeling very sober about the 1st and the 999th soldiers to die there (and everyone in between). I can't turn my back to every civilian; every innocent child; every soldier from any country; every person who starved to death today; everyone of us who suffered for any reason.

We mark the 1,000th death as a way to make a point that too many soldiers are dying.

But "too many" didn't start with the 1,000th U.S. soldier's death in Afghanistan. "Too many deaths due to war" happened a long time ago.

Monday, February 15, 2010

But Wait! There's More!

I'm posting the rest of the photos from yesterday's event so that AFSC staff can see them. Dear AFSC staff, you can see more photos if you scroll down to my previous post. And you can read about my process as I journeyed down the 1,000 postcard path by reading the one before that. And the one before that. And the one before that.






He sang for us. A capella. Beautiful.


Those Raging Grannies. So cute!






Sunday, February 14, 2010

Postcarded Out

I have no more words about postcards and boots and death and the wonderful experience of working on this project. So here are photos from yesterday. As you can see, after the snow, the sun came out and it was a beautiful day.









There is a real person in there.





War IS a crime against humanity.

Frosting on Our Valentines

It has been snowing through the night and it's still coming down pretty hard. There are at least 4 inches of the stuff on the ground right now.

And today we are supposed to put out over 70 pairs of boots that represent the Colorado soldiers killed in these wars. We're going to place 100 or so pairs of shoes on the ground to represent the hundreds of thousands (if not more) Iraqi and Afghan citizens who have been killed in the wars. We're supposed to be putting out 1,000 PAPER postcards to represent all U.S. soldiers who have died in Afghanistan. Not a great plan on a snowy day.

I watch a squirrel run along the telephone wire, knocking snow to the ground. I feel the calm of a frosting-covered world. Peace IS, right here, right now.

This may be the first EVER event for me where I slept like a baby the night before. I feel no anxiety. I am satisfied. I know that things will unfold as they will and it's not in my hands. What will we do today? Will we have to cancel because of the snow? Will the snow stop and will those amazing people who clear it all away clear it before our event? If so, will people still brave the cold to face a war that has been so hidden from them that they forget it's even occurring?

I have no idea.

I'll be interested in finding out.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Much love to you.


P.S. If you have a moment, please stop by Nick's place and wish him a Happy Birthday.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Hummus and Baba Ganoush

I love hummus and baba ganoush. I love Ali Baba Grill's hummus and baba ganoush the best. If you want to taste heaven, come visit me and I'll take you to Ali Baba's and we will stuff ourselves with their hummus and baba ganoush.

Big, honkin' hummus
(Guinness World Record Hummus)
(Could I tolerate so much bliss?)

Three nights in a row we have worked with these postcards. Three nights in a row, hummus and baba ganoush have sustained us while we worked. Over these three days, I have touched the names of 989 U.S. soldiers.

Yesterday I saw Pat Tillman's name on a postcard. I could tell that a young person wrote that name on the card. I suspect it was a young man. He didn't just write Pat's name and age. He wrote Pat's rank and he wrote that Pat was an NFL player. He put Pat's card on the very top of the pile of cards he had.

And I saw Juan Torres, Jr.'s name. I met Juan's father when I was at Camp Casey protesting the Iraq war. I can still see his Juan Sr.'s face, his tears; I can feel his kind, broken heart.

Eating baby carrots dipped in hummus and baba ganoush while I typed in names, I could swear that I live among angels. It seems we can look for God or One-ness or whatever we call that which our heart yearns for and, all along, it is truly, truly with us in every moment.

- It is in my friend, Arnie, who is working with me on this project. Neither of us knew how much it would take to do it. Arnie has poured himself into it like water upon thirsty land.

- It is in the way volunteers and staff came together to respectfully respond to a woman who had issues with the work that we are doing.

- It is in the young people who have participated. As we ate hummus and baba ganoush and typed in names and strung up postcards last night; three beautiful beings in their 20s showed up to help. Oh my. Pure presence. They live their lives making this world a better place. They volunteer with Fight With Tools, a community of young people who work to "Wake Up, Activate, Transform and Step Up." I didn't even know that I could work for the betterment of this world when I was in my 20s!

- It's in Mr. CFP's understanding when I spend almost every waking hour on a project and the house turns into a dump.

-It is in everything.

This morning, I watched the video of K.D. Lang singing at the opening of the 2010 Olympics. A beautiful voice can open the dam of held-back tears. That is what happened this morning as I listened to K.D. singing Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah.

Acknowledging the pain of war breaks my heart, but so does hearing a voice of such crystal beauty. We judge one as bad and the other as good, but my heart breaks open just the same.

K.D. Lang's rendition of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah at the opening of the Olympics.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Sorrow of War

Today: 986.

1,000 postcards. 1,000 names. 1,000 loved ones.

I can only imagine what it would look like to see the stacks of postcards that would represent every human killed by war just in my lifetime. Or every human being killed by war since WWII.

My limited computer knowledge didn't include a way to get the names of the 32 most recent deaths off of the Internet and onto a spreadsheet (Mr. CFP taught me today - too late. I needed them last night). I decided I would have to type them all, including age, rank, and hometown. I was not too happy about having to do that. I thought that the people who sent me the rest of the names should have sent me these, also. I didn't have much time to mess with it.

But I typed.

And typed.

And thought about each person whose name I was typing.

I would notice a funny-sounding hometown name or a last name that I knew probably brought teasing to the person, especially in grade school and junior high. Then I thought about how, in boot camp, it's common practice for recruits to endure demeaning name-calling. Most likely, they were the subjects, again, of harassment about their name or their hometown. And then they went to war. And then they died.

If we really thought about the possibility that our cruelty would be one of the last things someone experienced before they died, would we still say cruel things?

It wasn't long into my typing exercise before I was no longer irritated by having to do it. I was grateful for the opportunity to share some time with these young men (they were all men) who died for whatever cause they believed in.

Some of them were only 18 years old! Eighteen. I remember it. I turned 18 the summer after I graduated from high school. I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. Because of that, I didn't go to college right out of high school. Aimless, I got a job at a loan company. While hanging out at Cheeseman Park, a cult found me and I allowed myself to be taken in. How many of these young soldiers were like me? Not knowing what they wanted to do next, feeling aimless, or having a sense of limited options, they sign up for what I consider to be another type of cult.

The sorrow of war.

That is the phrase Kathy Kelly kept mentioning in her talk last night after out postcard-signing event.

The sorrow of war...

Sunday, February 7, 2010

984

We are nearing 1,000 U.S. soldier deaths as a result of the war in Afghanistan.

A thousand U.S. deaths in a war doesn't sound that bad, does it? After all, over 50,000 died in Vietnam. Over 416,000 U.S. soldiers died in World War II.

I have a thousand postcards. Each will soon have the name of a soldier that has died due to this never-ending war. A thousand postcards is a lot of postcards.

Yes, 1,000 U.S. deaths is a lot. One death is a lot when it's your son. One death is a lot when you are a baby and you've never known your dad because he's been overseas your whole life. One death is a lot when it's your sister.

And the deaths are the tip of the iceberg. How will the thousands heal from the trauma of their experience in this barbaric drama?

Thousands and thousands of Afghan citizens have died. How will an entire country heal from the devastation that has engulfed it for so long?

This Sunday, Valentine's Day, I, along with other volunteers working with AFSC, will be hosting a vigil in front of the Colorado Capitol in honor of ALL who have died due to our wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. The 1,000 postcards - each with a name of a U.S. soldier who has died in Afghanistan, each with a message to Nancy Pelosi telling her "No more deaths, No more dollars" - will be displayed along the street in front of the Capitol so that passersby can see that 1,000 postcards, 1,000 deaths is a lot.


All wars are civil wars because all men are brothers - Francois Fenelon

Thursday, November 26, 2009

DISAPPOINTED! But not surprised...

The announcement by Obama that is expected this Tuesday, which will mean the deployment of 25,000 or more additional troops to Afghanistan, is big-time disappointing to me, but I am not surprised.

I'm mostly sad.

Sad that our government hasn't admitted that you can't win a "war on terror" by terrorizing a part of the world.

Sad that soldiers coming home with PTSD and other ailments and injuries are given some meds and then sent back into war.

Sad for the mothers and fathers who will never see their son or daughter again - American parents, British parents, Afghan parents, Iraqi parents - people who loved their children.

Sad that it will take $1 million per soldier per year to pay for this escalation while people here and abroad are hurting financially.


From MidEast Dispatches: Where Will They Get the Troops? : Preparing Undeployables for the Afghan Front

In a grim November 3rd Wall Street Journal piece (buried inside the paper), Yochi Dreazen reported record suicide rates for a stressed-out U.S. Army. Sixteen soldiers killed themselves in October alone, 134 so far this year, essentially ensuring that last year's "record" of 140 suicides will be broken. This represents a startling 37% jump in suicides since 2006 and, for the first time, puts the suicide rate in the Army above that of the general U.S. population.

After eight years of two major counterinsurgency wars (and various minor encounters in what used to be called the Global War on Terror), with many soldiers experiencing multiple tours of duty, with approximately 120,000 U.S. troops still in Iraq and almost 70,000 in Afghanistan, with the Afghan War clearly in an escalatory phase, commanders in the field calling for 40,000-80,000 more American troops, and base construction on the rise, the military's internal problems are clearly escalating as well.

As Dahr Jamail, author of The Will to Resist: Soldiers Who Refuse to Fight in Iraq and Afghanistan, and Sarah Lazare report, under these circumstances, the Army is digging deep for deployable troops; in fact, it's dipping into a pool of soldiers who have already been damaged or even broken by their experiences in our war zones -- and that's just to meet present deployment needs. Perhaps it's not surprising then that Dreazen included this striking passage in his report: "At a White House meeting Friday, the Joint Chiefs of Staff urged President Barack Obama to send fresh troops to Afghanistan only if they have spent at least a year in the U.S. since their last overseas tour, according to people familiar with the matter. If Mr. Obama agreed to that condition, many potential Afghanistan reinforcements wouldn't be available until next summer at the earliest."


This coming Wednesday, people all over the country will be standing in vigil to protest Obama's troop escalation. If you live in the Denver area, join us:


Announcing a vigil to be held the day AFTER President Obama announces the troop escalation in Afghanistan

In order to show our disdain for the troop escalation in Afghanistan,
we will gather from 4:30 - 6 pm on the sidewalk in front (west side) of the Capitol building.

Come join us with signs showing YOU still care and do NOT support the troop escalation.

Sponsored by the American Friends Service Committee.

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.

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

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.

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.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Eight Years

Imagine what it would be like if another country were to invade us and then continue to bomb and kill and wreak havoc on our lives FOR EIGHT YEARS.

Imagine living with high unemployment, much poverty, and constant war.

How would you feel about the country who brought you those eight years of violence?







Next month marks the 8th anniversary of the war in Afghanistan.

We are ruining the lives of many people who are just like us.

Let your legislators know that

enough is enough.

To find a showing of Rethink Afghanistan near you or to host a showing yourself, click here.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Heroes (#2)

"Let us not become the evil that we deplore." Those were Congresswoman Barbara Lee's words on September 14, 2001 when she was the only person in both the House and Senate to stand against authorizing the war in Afghanistan. Now, eight years later, with 838 Americans (a total of 1403 coalition soldiers) and countless Afghan citizens dead and no end to the "War on Terror" in sight, I wonder how long we will continue to kill as a response to killing.

The video below is only one minute long. It gives me goosebumps. May I have the courage and strength to always speak my beliefs, even when no one agrees with me.