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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book “But What Can I Do?” This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in.

 

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I really love beginning a road trip under a full moon! So this trip I’m taking from Atlanta to Philly & back to D.C. (for now – soooooo many places to show up at!) is beginning under that beautiful moon! I’m planning on talking with the regular people
I saw an awe-inspiring documentary on the plane yesterday called “Writing With Fire”. It’s about the incredibly courageous, fierce Dalit womyn of India, whose voices have not only been marginalized and silenced
Another weekly protest in Berkeley every Friday 5pm since before the first No Kings protest. 40 to 50 people on average show up, some with printed
My most recent protest sign: on one side: WE THE PEOPLE REFUSE TO BE THE MILITARY’S FUCKING TRAINING GROUND on the other side: MILITARY: TRAIN AT THE WHITE HOUSE
If you want inspiration and a heart-warming action, come up on the pedestrian crossing over i80 in Berkeley every Wednesday 4 to 6pm rush hour. The enthusiasm of the activists is increased a million-fold
How desperate do you have to be to make money in this country that you’re willing to exploit vulnerable people? Or how greedy – for isn’t that the m.o. of this country from the beginning, exploiting the resources including labor, and wealth of other people for one’s own personal gain?
The judge makes a 10 minute speech to the rest of the immigrants left in the court room who are either appearing for the first time and the rest of the refugees that are lawyerless. He patiently explains their rights and responsibilities, stressing keeping the court informed of any change of address within 5 days of moving.
This courtroom I’m observing in is open to the public. The only reason refugees are summoned here is to refresh their status and ensure they are still making themselves available to court scrutiny and to set a hearing date if they don’t have one, or to confirm or change their existing hearing date. The immigrant is sent a notice to appear. Failure to appear gives the court immediate power to have them tracked down and deported.
I take the elevator open to the public to the 8th floor. I have to go through a similar metal screening as at the airport where three huge white men in grey uniforms armed with guns and other black objects sit or stand to the side peering through the door at me, assessing my danger (to them) level I’m sure. I’m gruffly ordered to stand
I have volunteered to attend court proceedings in an immigration court where judges decide the future status of so many human beings desperately seeking an escape from their own beloved but conquered country to another more peaceful and sustaining life. Before I even enter the building, I’m reduced to tears