Photos and report from the 4-6 Vigil
Earlier that day, from 10 to 2, a few people from Portland stood at the same spot to jump start the National Day of support for Lt. Watada and to stand with Tom Krebsbach a veteran who had been doing a one man vigil for days. Photos and his emails to follow.
Day 4 at Ft. Lewis
Watada has really offered a golden plum to the anti-war movement by making such a bold stand on behalf of international law. If his stand gains widespread media attention and continues to remain in the news, it could make the general public cognizant that there is a thing called international law which this country routinely ignores and often breaks. It could bring about self-examination and an earnest discussion. International law is a subject which is near and dear to my heart, as a result of this war, and that is why I am willing to put the time into standing outside the gates of Ft. Lewis for Watada.
There is a lot of belligerence to my standing there. Many people give me the finger or shout obscenities. Of course, anti-war vigilers are used to this sort of thing. It’s just a little more intense at this location.
One staff sergeant came over to give his opinion when I indicated I could not hear what he was saying. He told me he did not appreciate me standing there because he had been to Iraq and he was defending my right to stand there. I didn’t tell him that he shouldn’t mind my standing there if that was the freedom he was defending. I also didn’t tell him that Iraq had nothing to do with my freedom, or his for that matter. I did tell him that I appreciated his courage and the courage of others who went to Iraq. But I said that the war was illegal and a disaster. He indicated there was not much he could do about that. I said people could refuse to go there, like Watada. I gave him a couple of op-eds on the topic of the illegality of the war. He took them and tore them up and threw the pieces on the ground. Then he walked back across the street. I shouted after him, “Be stupid, then Be stupid.” Oh, well.
I sense these people know the war is a disaster. They know Bush lied to get us into it. But they do not want to confront the fact that it is so terribly wrong when they may well have to go back there. It’s hard to carry out a mission when you can’t get up for it. I can really empathize with them.
Actually it is surprising the amount of support I see. A fair number give thumbs up or honk in support. Maybe that’s because I am at the Madigan exit where there might be a lot of medical personnel driving through.
After I first got there a wife of a soldier came along on her bicycle and asked if she could take a picture of my sign which stated “Refusing to fight in an illegal war takes courage!” Watada’s picture is stapled next to the slogan. I gladly obliged her. She took the picture and said she agreed that Watada was very courageous.
Later a 20 year air force veteran and member of the Tacoma VFP came by and joined me for an hour. His name is Tom Daly. That helped to break up the tedium of the 4 hours.
After standing there for four hours, I left at 2 PM. I will go back again Thursday at the same spot from 10 AM to 2 PM.
Sometimes I wonder if it is worthwhile and if I am accomplishing anything. An even better question is “what is my goal?” I guess I’m really there to communicate with the officer corps. First, I want them to be reminded of his stand and maybe start thinking about why he is doing it. Do they have the guts and integrity to do something similar? Second, I want them to support Watada. It’s a long shot. But one can hope.
Tom Krebsbach
Tom and Ann
We were warned by the Ft. Lewis Police not to take photos of the Ft. Lewis gate/property or of vehicles entering or exiting.
Linda of CodePink on the on ramp.
Radiant Marianne and I stood on the opposite side of the bridge with O’Kelly.
O’Kelly, a WW2 Veteran for Peace.
THURSDAY, JUNE 29, ANOTHER DAY VIGILING AT FT. LEWIS
For most of the time our vigil, which lasted from 10:15 to 2:00, was fairly nondescript. There were a few thumbs up and peace signs. There were quite a few more thumbs down, one finger salutes, and assorted verbal criticisms.
Clearly, many find us very annoying, like gnats that fly up the nostril. I enjoy this fact. It makes me feel like maybe we are having some effect. If we are simply ignored, then we are probably wasting our time.
The last half hour was somewhat more eventful, in that we actually had close up contact and communication with a few people.
First, a buck sergeant stopped his vehicle along side the on ramp to I-5 and came over to talk with me. He said he appreciated what we were doing, but thought that it was necessary to get rid of Saddam Hussein and his sons. He thought that the occupation should have ended after that was accomplished.
I said that things would have worked out a whole lot better if we had left at that point. I told him that the invasion itself was illegal. He said he thought Watada should uphold his contract. I said that he was upholding his contract, that his contract required him to uphold the Constitution and international law which the U.S. had signed onto. I said there were many war crimes being committed as part of the occupation in places like Abu Ghraib, Fallujah, and so on. He said that he thought higher ups should be held responsible for Abu Ghraib, which I agreed with. He indicated that Fallujah was carried out by the marines, who are a bunch of wackos.
I gave him a few articles to read on the legal status of the war. We made a little bit of small talk, shook hands, and he wished me a good day. I reciprocated.
Shortly after that, a guy pulled up in his older model Cadillac with one of those small American flags attached to the back window. As he got out and started walking towards us, he looked slightly threatening, like he might be a real redneck. He was husky, had long hair under a white cowboy hat, was wearing cowboy boots and strode like he was going to give us a piece of his mind. He looked a bit like Kenny Rogers. He walked over to me first and asked what was Watada. I said Watada was Lt. Watada. I asked him if he had heard of him. He said yes, but I don’t think he had. He asked me if I were anti-war and I said yes. He said that he was a Christian preacher and that he knew many Iraqis who were happy that we were over there. Then he walked over to Mike. I let Mike deal with him for about fifteen minutes. I felt bad about that, but I didn’t want to deal with him.
Eventually he came back to me. There was no getting rid of this guy, so I unleashed the verbal arsenal. Did he know that, according to surveys, that 70 to 80 percent of the Iraqis want us out of there? If we are so liked, why do close to half of the Iraqis feel it is OK for the insurgents to kill Americans? What would he do if somebody invaded America? Would he simply allow them to do that without resisting? Would Christ have invaded Iraq? Would he have killed tens of thousands? If we are doing such a good job over there, why is the Green Zone the only secure place in the country? Did he know that Saddam Hussein had tried desperately to prevent war by offering to hold elections in Iraq, offering to allow 2000 FBI agents in Iraq to look for WMDs, offering to give the U.S. a good deal on oil, and offering to work with the U.S. to resolve the Israel/Palestinian conflict? Did he know that Bush had refused all this because he lusted for his little war? Didn’t he realize that you can’t export democracy at the point of a gun? Isn’t Iraq a lot worse off now, then before we invaded?
Eventually he didn’t have all that much to say except that I was passionate about my position and he wanted to know what was my Christian background. Mike came over and we had a few laughs. We shook hands with the cowboy preacher and he went off on his way.
We decided it was time to go and started walking back to the car Then a couple of young guys came over to talk to us. They had flipped us off earlier in the day. One asked me why the UN hadn’t done anything about the invasion if the war was illegal. I thought that was a good question. I said there wasn’t much the UN could do because the United States would veto any resolution which was critical of the U.S. action. I said China had attempted to pass a resolution after Kosovo that was critical of NATO and the U.S. and that the U.S. had vetoed it then. So what was the point of trying?
Mike asked them where they were from. One was from Oregon and the other from New York. They are infantry and are shipping out for Iraq tomorrow. I offered to give them some of my articles. The guy from Oregon said they couldn’t take them. They can’t be reading subversive material, don’t you know. Mike laughed and said, “C’mon. They can’t stop you from reading.” Then they took the articles. They seemed concerned about their pending tour but fatalistic. Mike said, “Well, don’t go.” They said they didn’t have a choice, that they could serve 5 years in jail. I said that they had a choice but that it was an extremely difficult one.
Mike told them not to try to be heroes over there. We told them to take care of themselves and each other and to make it back alive.
I felt bad for them. They are just kids yet, not quite men. They don’t deserve to go through this bullshit. Nobody does.
Tom Krebsbach
Posted at My Left Wing, too.
Me with a sign my 11 year old daughter made the night before.
I went from nervous, to jittery, to concerned, to cautious glee in those few hot hours. It’s funny how one nod or peace sign can erase the dozens of verbal threats or insults. I’d make snarky, totally unpeaceful comments outloud to myself just to keep the courage to continue standing. This was a hard for me as I was raised on most of these military bases and most were in Washington.
I think… along the way the peace movement becomes more of a personal growth journey. It’s hard to make daily choices and critical thought and there’s so much to learn from my Pink Sisters and the wonderful souls I meet.
I’m a fledgling…
We didn’t stop the illegal occupation that day. We didn’t stop the Bush Regime… but we lived one more day in hope and peace.
And that’s a damn fine start.
Much love to the Veterans of Peace Washington. And many thanks to O’Kelly for sharing so much with me while we waited for the others with the van.
You know Janet I’ve never been into making heroes out of politicians, sports figures or anyone for that matter but I can’t say it enough-you have become one of my heroes. Beside that, you look great in pink.
Working toward peace takes so much more courage than pushing for war.
I’m no hero, Chocolate Ink π
I was like a scared kitten out there. Then I wondered where Marianne was and I was told she went to the other side by herself… so I trotted on over there to be with her as she teaches me so much…
But I’m not brave. I’m just a Mom, a human… someone who now realizes that she’s not alone in this insane world and that there are others who are trying to stop the insanity.
I think that the one thing I do have… is that I do have the courage to know what scares me. I have courage to question authority… and I have the courage to try to learn from my mistakes and …. courage to ask for help. Courage to know that it’s okay to come home, take off the pink shirt, recharge the camera… and go and sit in the closet till the shaking and the tears fade a bit.
Anything else is just pure luck and stuborness and being around some incredible people who don’t mind me getting in the way π
I’m not a hero – I’m just a human
Remember the words of Hawkeye Pierce (I wish I knew who wrote the episode — someone has this as their sig, and I found it over at Wikiquote):
You can be a tired, scared kitten out there, and you can still be a hero.
doesn’t mean not being scared to do what’s right. Being a hero means being scared and doing what’s right anyway. You’re a hero DJ.
Go over to KOS and Recommend Dave’s diary
Troops Home Fast Photos and Report
by David Swanson
It ain’t long but it’s got this within:
What I really would like to say is nto publishable so I need not ever try to go forward with it..but you are one damn brave lady to me! I know one day I will be able to do things like that as well. My skin crawls to be there with you…it really does.
Someday, My Friend, you will look abck on thsi as an experience of a life time and be so glad you did what you did. I respect you so much for that. hugs and keep up the excellent work you all do…..
PS: pass a long to the vets for peace for me that I admire what they do on a daily basis as well.
Way to go Janet. You are a hero. A hero of a different strip, as my new peace activist friend from Kalamazoo would say. (Dr. Olga Bonfiglio — who has written a book about peace activists called “Heroes of a Different Stripe.”)
I served not far from where you are protesting. My memory has faded. I remember the name Madigan gate, but can’t remember which gate it is. I think it is the one on the back of the lot, in which case you could have hit a golf ball to my old barracks (grant it, you would have to be Tiger Woods on steroides). That’s what the surrounding terrain looks like.
I miss that place. There were special forces there when I was there. Crazy. Gung ho. They wouldn’t like the likes of you. Telling them the damn truth. You’re a hero.
I’m off to a Fourth of July parade protest tomorrow. Have considered the chances of coming out of that event unscathed. I’d say it is the riskiest setting I’ve undertaken. And as I questioned that out loud with the planning group this evening, one of them said — this is America, we’ve got every right to be there. That bucked me up. It is America. Or at least it was. Free speech. And home of the brave. Well, some of us, anyway.
Good job, friend.
Keep your head on a swivel and make sure you have video/cameras all around to document and protect your asses.
4th of July when we celebrate our own insurgency but the dumb mucks think it’s all about the freedom to blow shit up.
It is a risky day to protest. They see us as the enemy or… the wet blanket. How dare we think of wars, famines, struggle when they’re hauling cheap beer in styrofoam tubs.
Plus the militarization of this day and just about every holiday lately. Be careful my adopted brother and know that you’re not alone and that I love you dearly! Please let us know of your return.
about this holiday, and Memorial Day, isn’t so much the militarization as the cheapening of it. Every time you turn around you see ads trying to tie holidays that should be used for celebrating our country and the things we’re supposed to stand for, to the sale of trinkets and baubles and cars and beer and sofas and I-don’t-know-what-all, as Andy Griffith used to say.
Slightly off topic, I know. I’m thinkin’ about cha, kid.
Today many are out in the streets standing up to this lunacy. Today is a dangerous day for them.
I mean, how dare they get in the way of people drinking cheap beer on a hot day while scouring the papers for a great deal on linens.
How dare we.
I wrote to BostonJoe in his diary… about being careful… and I like it… see, we aren’t living in careful times anymore.
That we are free people living amongst the caged. They’re wounded animals and that is when they are most dangerous.