…on my last entry, until the fear and the anger are dealt with in context, and the name-calling stops.
It hurts to be called anti-American. It hurts to be told I am stupid, I am pissing and moaning about nothing.
I just don’t want anyone else to die. Is that so wrong?
So, yes, I’m in the middle there- the girl in black, next to the tall guy holding a red, white, & blue umbrella. On it, written in magic marker were these words:
SUPPORT OUR TROOPS
BRING THEM HOME
This is not Vietnam. Chicago’s protest was not anti troops, anti military. It was anti war. I saw so many veterans and military families there, all saying the same thing: BRING THEM HOME. PEACE. NOW.
I simply don’t want anyone else to die, American, Iraqi, British – anyone.
Why is PEACE wrong? Why is it wrong to tell the government, our leaders, that we want peace between America and Iraq, peace between anti and pro? Isn’t that what we do when we vote -we send a message to our leaders? That’s what I did last night. We, the people, had no “vote” in the decision to go to war – so we’re “voting” now, by protesting this decision, this action.
Walking back to my office last night, after we’d broken off from the march, we ran into so many people who offered support and encouragement. A photojournalism student asked to take our photo, and expressed his awe at the protest, which was still going on. When we parted, he called out God Bless You..
We are not the minority. We are not wrong. NO ONE IS WRONG in this. It is a complex issue, with not a single simple answer. But if we, as Americans, cannot discuss this deep rift in our country’s post-9/11 vow of United We Stand rationally, with empathy and understanding for both sides, how can we ever hope to bring freedom and democracy to any other nation? How can we rebuild Iraq? Afghanistan? We can’t even tolerate our own differences.
Thank you to all of those, pro and anti war and everyone in between, who left such thoughtful, encouraging notes on my previous entry.