Women in Ft. Worth, Texas march for peace across an overpass bridge on International Women's Day, March 8, 2010

One hundred years ago, in 1910, at an international conference in Copenhagen of Working Women from seventeen countries, the feisty German politician Clara Zetkin proposed the idea of an International Women’s Day – one day every year for women to celebrate and press for their demands, focusing on the oppression and inequality women faced worldwide, and in the United States, on better pay and voting rights in particular.

In March, 1911, International Women’s Day was inaugurated throughout Europe, and in that same month the tragic ‘Triangle Fire’ took the lives of almost 150 working women in New York City. Later that year the Bread and Roses campaign began, a mobilization of textile workers on strike in Lawrence, Massachusetts in which some women were reported to have carried signs that read “We want bread, but we want roses, too!” The struggle for fair wages and dignified conditions was on and would be the focus of the subsequent International Women’s Day events in years to come.

Last Monday, March 8, 2010, women (and our male allies) around the world marked the 100th year since International Women’s Day was conceived. But have the fruits of women’s labor birthed a new global paradigm? This year on March 8 women took action to draw attention to the many ways women continue to be oppressed and unequal, including “discriminatory laws, the high rate of pregnancy-related deaths in many parts of the world, the skewed sex ratio in China and India, the disproportionately high number of women who are killed and victimized by wars, the comparatively heavier burden of poverty on women, and the continuing disparity between men and women in terms of the quality of available employment and wages received.”  Women may be breaking glass ceilings in corporate ranks and military platoons, but are we actually shifting political discourse to end the roots of this oppression?

Incidentally, 2010 also marks thirty years since the adoption of the Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination Against Women (CEDAW) by the United Nations General Assembly. The seven countries that have not ratified the international treaty are Iran, Sudan, Somalia, Nauru, Palau, Tonga… and the United States. Not only has this treaty not been passed, but the Equal Rights Amendment to the US Constitution is still pending in Congress (it was reintroduced last year by two Congresswomen representing both sides of the political aisle).

The US has not yet been able to affirm that women and men have equal rights under the law, nor has it joined the long list of countries who honor International Women’s Day as an official holiday. Is it any wonder then that in our much-touted democracy few have even heard of International Women’s Day?

For those American activists who do know of this special day, it is a powerful opportunity to be vocal and in the streets that is hardly taken lightly. This year in the US activists joined hands to march across bridges over oceans, rivers, and that stream that’s more prevalent than water in urban areas: highways. Women marched in solidarity with women survivors of war around the world. At over 100 marches in cities around the world – from Rwanda, to the DR Congo, New York City, and London – thousands of women came together to say No! to war and Yes! to peace. The global effort, coordinated by Women for Women International, drew press attention and community awareness to not only the ongoing plight of women living in warzones, but also to their strength, courage, and resilience in the face of violence and destruction.

Zainab Salbi, the Executive Director of Women for Women, said on International Women’s Day, “As I reflect today…on a century of progress, I am given pause when I consider the harsh reality of life for millions of women around the world, women for whom survival remains a supreme challenge and empowerment remains a foreign concept. [The women marching today] protest the fact that women make up 70 percent of the world’s poor, 75 percent of the civilians killed in war (along with their children), and, according to the United Nations, receive only 10 percent of global income for 66 percent of the world’s work. They reject the narrative of violence and poverty they have inherited… Like life, peace begins with women. We are the first to forge lines of alliance and collaboration across conflict divides.”

CODEPINK, the women’s anti-war group best known for creative disruptions in Congressional hearings and “pink slipping” elected officials supporting war, could not agree more with Salbi. The organization’s mission calls on women to rise up and oppose wars of aggression, not because women are better or more pure than men, but because the men have “busied themselves making war” and because a personal love of one’s own family, community, and country leads naturally to “the love of a mother in Iraq for her children, and the driving desire of that child for life.”  CODEPINK joined the call to “Join Me on the Bridge” participating and coordinating marches across the US.

In New York City women clad in pink carried their “Women Say No to War” banner in a march across the Brooklyn Bridge and were joined by several groups of high school and elementary school kids (start ‘em young!). The march was met by the mayor in Manhattan and the park was filled with people, songs, and chanting.

In Redlands, California, a mighty band of four women, and two small children walked to the top of an overpass with signs and peace symbols in hand and stood vigil over the rumbling traffic. Peace signs, honks and waves inspired these gals to keep marching back and forth across the bridge. The group avows to continue the march by vigiling once a month in front of the district office for Congressman Jerry Lewis (R – CA) when the elementary school down the street releases the students. In Los Angeles, CODEPINK hosted a one mile walk over downtown’s Cesar Chavez Bridge and a brunch at Homegirl Café, a restaurant that was specifically created to employ and train women who come from difficult pasts, such as abusive relationships, for future careers in the service industry. They were joined by Women for Women and Office of the Americas, and their goal was to bring attention to local women’s issues while standing in solidarity with women around the world.

San Francisco CODEPINK and Women for Women members marched across the iconic Golden Gate Bridge together with a class of 44 kindergarden students, including one five year old boy who proudly carried a hand-made sign that read, “Treat Women Fairly!”

In Tucson, Arizona, women celebrated International Women’s Day with a march across the Diamondback Bridge and created a video of women’s voices for peace.   And in Washington, DC, women marched across the bridge over Dupont Circle and proceeded to stage a protest outside a beauty store carrying Ahava, beauty products for women made illegally in occupied Palestine.

Activists in Texas converged in San Antonio for a march with the Esperanza Peace and Justice Center, and in Fort Worth for a march across the pedestrian bridge in front of Arlington Heights High School.  Read a great article about this action here.  Local CODEPINK coordinator Yvette Richardson commented on CBS, “We’re all standing in unity for women’s rights and women’s solidarity. Women across the world from the Congo to Rwanda to Afghanistan to Iraq all over the world all over Europe all over the United States are joining on bridges today… We think that the women’s rights movement is over, but it’s not.”

Perhaps the most moving International Women’s Day report was the one that came in from the country that houses US Central Command: Bahrain. Christine Hasan reported that in Muharraq, Bahrain, Arabian Gulf, “We organized a photo shoot at our premises as we are a nursery and we could not take the children out to a bridge. We had boards in Arabic and English stating ‘We are Women, Mothers and Sisters. We build bridges of peace every day. Join us in peace and understanding.’ Our students decorated large cup cakes with Pink icing (for Code Pink), which teachers, mothers and students representing in all 10 nationalities gave out to ladies in the neighborhood and ladies in passing cars all the while telling them about the event. It was an amazing morning; filled with fun laughter, new friendships and that elusive thing, peace.”

International Women’s Day began as a rallying cry for women to rise up for economic equality and for justice. Today we are conceivably more in need of that cry than ever before. In the aftermath of the economic near-collapse of 2009 unemployment soars while the US pumps more funds and human fuel in to foreign wars. The $3 trillion dollar conquest for oil and power in Iraq and Afghanistan has left many Americans without affordable education or healthcare. Activist and playwrite Eve Ensler sums this up best in one of the teenage monologues in her new book, I am an Emotional Creature:

The Iraq war cost nearly $3 trillion.
I can’t even count that high
but I know
that money could have
would have
ended poverty in general
which would have canceled terrorism.
How come we have money to kill
but no money to feed or heal?
How come we have money to destroy
but no money for art or school?

The fundamentalists now have
billion-dollar private armies.
The Taliban is back
but never went away.
Women are burned, raped, bludgeoned, sold,
starved, and buried alive
and still don’t know they are the majority.

As it becomes legal for corporations to back candidates for federal office without financial restraint, as top-level bankers receive bonuses while the firing squads continue to X out low-level positions, and as private mercenaries continue to make a killing on US overseas occupations, it is time again for women to break our silence, unite in common cause, and invest our own resources and time in a more peaceful tomorrow.

One hundred years ago women marched with signs for “Bread and Roses” linking basic needs and respect. As Women’s History Month continues, this coming weekend, on March 20, Americans will mark seven years since the invasion of Iraq, and will again take to the streets with a similar demand for Jobs and Justice, for the kind of security that maintains livelihoods and the betterment of the next generation of sons and daughters, rather than the cultivation of terrorists and the profiting of the wealthy bank CEOs and Blackwater execs. Will you join in?

Rae Abileah is the Roseroots Coordinator for CODEPINK Women for Peace. She lives in San Francisco, CA, and can be contacted at rae[at]codepinkalert.org.

Dr. Patch Adams and a friend trying to get into Gaza with CODEPINK at the Erez border in Israel, Summer 2009

Dr. Patch Adams has a special place in our hearts – this towering man cannot help but inspire laughter in everyone he meets, from kids holding trauma from bullets, bombs, or fatal diseases, to riot police and businessmen.  It’s this laughter therapy which becomes Patch’s prescription for peace, and Congress would be wise to take note of Patch’s long-standing proposal for Gesundheit! Institute, a free, full-scale hospital and healthcare eco-community.  This week Patch is in Guatemala co-creating a clowning camp for kids, and next week he flies to Haiti to bring his contagious playfulness and unwavering belief in love to earthquake survivors.  On the phone from Guatemala, Patch sent hugs and kisses to all his CODEPINK sisters and hopes to join us in DC on Mother’s Day weekend, May 8-9, to bring a zany, creative alternative to the annual Military Arms Fair on the Mall.  Join us and you may see Patch in the world’s largest pair of underpants… or get a ride on Patch’s shoulders too!

♥ This week amidst (shocking/awful/dreadful/…) news headlines, one article warmed our broken hearts: two friends Faisal Mohyud-Din and Mohammed Azeem broke the world record for the longest hug and raised money for a local cancer hospital. Read all about it and let your heart fill with the love that the hospital administrator called “a hug for all cancer patients”. We just love men who, um, love.

And even though we called the vote on the withdrawal from Afghanistan in Congress this week “gruesome” we do have to give props to Dennis Kucinich for continuing to bring the debate into the spincycle that is the beltway and into the public debate. It was disheartening to hear how many representatives spoke of “getting them before they get us” and how little they mentioned civilian casualties (not including the civilians casualties on 9/11 of course)–but Dennis Kucinich’s speeches (and a host of other members like Lee, Baldwin, Woolsey and more) throughout the day were thoughtful, powerful, something we need more of. And let’s not forget Pat Kennedy’s rant on the media. While it came a bit out of left field we appreciate the sentiment, the calling out of the failings of MSM and egging on media to actually cover the debate (which they barely did).

Happy Saturday!

Dana & Rae

Kucinich was the MC/lead speaker for his own privileged resolution. He spoke in 3 or 4 minute bursts amidst the short statements, for and against the resolution, by other members of the House. Congressman Berman of North Hollywood divvied up the opposition duties with Florida congressmember Ileana Ros-Lehtinen. Berman disgusted me. So two-faced and doing the dirty work which the Repubs should have had to do by themselves.

Here’s his contact info:

California-28th, Democrat
2221 Rayburn HOB
Washington, DC 20515-0528
Phone: (202) 225-4695

Some highlights:

Republican Rep. Duncan of Nebraska: “There is nothing conservative about this war… Fiscal conservatives should be the most horrified…”

Woolsey, talking about a recent statement by SecDef Gates on not being too optimistic about Afghanistan: Don’t worry… “I can’t muster optimism… over 8 and 1/2 years… over 1000 US troops killed… Afghan govt shows a new low for corruption and incompetence… The Afghan people have always resisted occupation…” She talked about her SMART Security plan http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1109/30008.html (without mentioning bill number; here’s link to PDF for what she introduced in the last session of Congress: http://woolsey.house.gov/SupportingFiles/documents/HRes_227_-_SMART_110th.pdf).

Except for Kucinich, Grayson (D-FL) was my favorite speaker of the afternoon: “We won the war in Afghanistan… I may be the only person who remembers this [that the Taliban govt and Al-Qaeda were expelled from power after a few months of fighting] … can’t even call Iraq and Afghanistan ‘wars’… they’re occupations!” He cited some percentage (I think it was 13%) of returning veterans from Iraq and Afghanistan who have permanent brain damage [because of being near or in explosions]… President Obama is condemning young Americans to brain damage. The worst things that happen to our country are things we do to ourselves.”

Right after Grayson, a former combat Marine (2 tours in Iraq and 1 tour in Afghanistan), Hunter from So Cal, went on and on about “still being a Marine” and ended with this: “Did I enjoy being deployed?! Did I enjoy leaving steak?!”

Intersting choice of sacrifices to highlight.

Civil rights leader John Lewis (D-GA) spoke like an old-time Baptist preacher: “Now is the time for those of us who believe in peace to speak up, speak out! Find a way to get in the way. War will always sacrifice the truth, bury the truth.” He quoted Eisenhower’s famous “theft” remark.

Donna Edwards, an elegant, eloquent African-American congresswoman from Maryland: “Send a message to the White House that this war must come to an end… goals have morphed and morphed and morphed.” She talked about corruption and inter-tribal violence in Afghanistan. “Terrorism flourishes in about 70 countries” — so why all this emphasis on Afghanistan?

Barbara Lee, for obvious reasons, got the honor of speaking last before Kucinich. “No just accounting” has taken place of the costs of both Iraq and Afghanistan. The Authorization to Use Military Force [in Sept 2001, which Lee alone opposed] “was a blank check.” Twice she cried out: “Where does this end?!” The estimated final costs of both Iraq and Afghanistan: a staggering 7 TRILLION DOLLARS.

Kucinich was brilliant and passionate, the best I’veheard him for a long time. He had prepared numerous arguments which he interspersed throughout the debate, including:
– Congress’ responsibilities under the War Powers Act of 1973 [see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_Powers_Resolution and http://www.thecre.com/fedlaw/legal22/warpow.htm];
– “crony capitalism” in Afghanistan and “corruption is epidemic”; vote fraud in the last election and Karzai taking over the control of the election board;
– US troop deaths (held up a big poster from the NY Times more than once with photos of soldiers/marines killed in combat);
– civilian casualties and air strikes, including drones;
– most importantly, I thought, information about the proposed/lusted after Afghanistan/Pakistan pipeline, which would bring oil and natural gas from Uzbekistan (NOTE: a horrific dictatorship led by a man who literally has people boiled in food oil) and from Turkmenistan (a nutty dictatorship) through Afghanistan and Pakistan to an Indian Ocean port. This pipeline is a key part of a strategy that goes back at least to Brzezinski (’member him? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zbigniew_Brzezinski) as the so-called “Grand Chessboard,” to control the resources of the Caucasus and Central Asia.

Kucinich cited an article by Craig Murray [for background on this antitorture former ambassador: http://www.consortiumnews.com/2009/102409b.html] at least twice, in which Murray sets out the argument that Karzai was chosen for his pipeline-specific experience working for Unocal as “our man” in Afghanistan. US troop deployments in Afghanistan correspond to the proposed pipeline route in Helmand and Kandahar provinces.

Much more needs to be said and done about this particular piece. Well, our congressmembers have been forced to go on the record.

Onward, shaking off the disgust as ducks shake off water!

By Alice Slater, March 9, 2010

President Obama’s call for a nuclear-weapons-free world in Prague last April unleashed a great outpouring of support from international allies and grassroots activists demanding a process to actually eliminate nuclear weapons. One recent and unexpected initiative has come from America’s NATO allies. Belgium, Germany, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, and Norway have called on NATO to review its nuclear policy and remove all U.S. nuclear weapons currently on European soil under NATO’s  ”nuclear sharing” policy. Despite U.S. insistence on strict adherence to the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty (NPT), which prohibits the transfer of nuclear weapons to non-nuclear weapons states, several hundred U.S. nuclear bombs are housed in Belgium, Germany, the Netherlands, Italy, and Turkey.

Citing Obama’s announcement in Prague of “America’s commitment to seek the peace and security of a world without nuclear weapons,” the NATO allies have broken ranks with the United States. All five governments are experiencing domestic pressure to end the hypocrisy of the NPT, where nuclear “haves” disregard their disarmament requirements with impunity while using coercion, sanctions, threats of war, and even actual war (as in Iraq) to prevent the nuclear “have-nots” from acquiring nuclear bombs. Together with calls from major former political and military leaders to eliminate nuclear weapons, as well as UN Secretary General Ban-ki Moon’s proposal for a five-point program “to rid the world of nuclear bombs,” these NATO members have seized the political moment. They have decided to do their part to maintain the integrity of the NPT in advance of the five-year review conference this May at the UN in New York.

The NATO five put NATO’s nuclear policy on the agenda for an April strategy meeting in Estonia. They have neither been dissuaded by Obama’s cautionary note that the goal of a nuclear-weapons-free world “will not be reached quickly — perhaps not in my lifetime,” nor discouraged by Secretary of State Hillary Clinton’s mistaken qualification of Obama’s remarks when she said that “we might not achieve the ambition of a world without nuclear weapons in our lifetime or successive lifetimes” (emphasis added).

Progress Elsewhere

Japan has also called for more rapid progress on nuclear disarmament. The new Democratic Party government, which ended 60 years of one-party rule, wrote Clinton and Defense Secretary Robert Gates to disavow the pro-nuclear advocacy of former Japanese officials. U.S. militarists often cited such advocacy as a rationale for maintaining the U.S. nuclear “umbrella” over Japan. Supporting Obama’s call for a nuclear-weapons-free world, Foreign Minister Katsuya Okada urged the United States to declare that nuclear weapons would be used only for the “sole purpose” of deterring a nuclear attack. The declaration would end current U.S. policy, first expanded by the Clinton administration and maintained throughout the Bush presidency, to preemptively use nuclear weapons against the threat or use of chemical, biological, or conventional forces. Additionally, over 200 Japanese parliamentarians wrote to reassure Obama that, contrary to assertions by U.S. military hawks, Japan would not seek the possession of nuclear weapons were the United States to declare a “sole use” limitation on its nuclear arsenal.

These promising anti-nuclear positions come at an important political moment. Obama has been expected shortly to deliver to Congress a new nuclear posture review setting forth U.S. policy for the use of nuclear weapons. Originally scheduled for a January release, the review has been delayed several times. News of conflicting views among the drafters and of Obama’s dissatisfaction with the most recent version, which promotes the status quo on outdated Cold War nuclear policies, has been prominently reported in the mainstream press.

Pentagon Pushback

Gates has defended existing nuclear policy and expressed dissatisfaction with our NATO allies. At a meeting to discuss NATO’s 21^st Century Strategic Concept — and on the heels of the Dutch government’s collapse over the decision to extend its troop deployment in Afghanistan — Gates stated that:

The demilitarization of Europe — where large swaths of the general public and political class are averse to military force and the risks that go with it — has gone from a blessing in the 20^th century to an impediment to achieving real security and lasting peace in the 21^st.

At the same meeting, U.S. National Security Advisor General James Jones said, “NATO must be prepared to address, deny, and deter the full spectrum of threats, whether emanating from within Europe at NATO’s boundaries, or far beyond NATO’s borders.”

Clinton, furthermore, urged the exponential growth of “missile defense throughout the world and warned that:

[N]uclear proliferation and the development of more sophisticated missiles in countries such as North Korea and Iran are reviving the specter of an interstate nuclear attack. So how do we in NATO do out part of ensure that such weapons never are unleashed on the world?

Russia’s Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov, commenting on the new NATO strategic concept, raised Russia’s deep concerns that NATO’s assertion of a right to use military force globally violated the UN Charter. Russia views U.S. plans to ring Europe with missiles in Bulgaria, Poland, and Romania, with a missile command center in the Czech Republic, as a threat. The Obama-Medvedev negotiations on the first round of nuclear arms cuts on START (the Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty) have been delayed repeatedly by disagreements on U.S. plans for missile proliferation.

Momentum Builds

Nevertheless, there is extraordinary momentum behind calls to abolish nuclear weapons. Thousands of international visitors are expected to join U.S. citizens to assemble, march, and rally in New York during the NPT Review Conference in May. Mayors for Peace is working to enroll 5,000 mayors in its Vision 2020 Campaign to complete negotiations on a treaty to eliminate nuclear weapons by 2020. The International Campaign to Abolish Nuclear Weapons and the Abolition 2000 Network are committed to work for a nuclear weapons convention regardless of the NPT outcome. Norway, host of the successful Oslo process to ban cluster bombs, noted that the Oslo and Ottawa processes banning landmines could be replicated to move forward on a nuclear disarmament based on “powerful alliances between civil society and governments.” There has been an unprecedented media focus on U.S. nuclear policy and debate about whether Obama can make good on his pledge and earn his Nobel Peace Prize.

Nearly 25 years ago, Mikhail Gorbachev unleashed the forces of perestroika and glasnost in the Soviet Union. These forces kindled people’s aspirations for freedom, resulting in the fall of the Berlin Wall and dissolution of the Soviet empire. Despite the formidable array of powerful interests lawlessly brandishing their missiles and refurbishing their nuclear arsenals, Obama and Medvedev’s call for a nuclear-weapons-free world may similarly have unleashed forces that will transform the 20^th-century paradigm of perpetual war and terror.

Alice Slater is New York director of the Nuclear Age Peace Foundation and serves on the Coordinating Committee of Abolition 2000. She is a contributor to Foreign Policy In Focus.

Andy Shallal. How can one post show our love and devotion to Andy? In case you haven’t made the trek to the DC area and had the pleasure of eating, reading, dancing, drinking, crying, laughing in his fabulous establishments–including the revolutionary Bus Boys & Poets– well, then, you haven’t really experienced the beauty that is DC. Andy is an Iraqi-American artist, activist and restaurateur who brought a radical flavor to the nation’s capitol as the Iraq War erupted. He has generously hosted CODEPINK events for years–his energy and spirit are an inspiration to us all!  And the catfish plate at Bus Boys will bring you right out of your I-just-spent-the-night-in-jail-for-demanding-the-US-stop-killing-Iraqi-civilians funk. We also heard from our sources that when he recently hosted an Eve Ensler event he got up on stage and announced “As an Iraqi man I never thought I’d be saying the word vagina in public! VAGINA! VAGINA!” Can you get ANY COOLER?? (The answer is no, you can’t. Sorry.)

Join CODEPINK at Andy’s famous Bus Boys & Poets restaurant on Saturday, March 20 for our Women Say No to War event on the 7th anniversary of the Iraq occupation.  RSVP here for this event featuring Eve Ensler.  Who knows, maybe you’ll get a chance to hear Andy proclaim love for Vs again!

Jim Turpin is a bold CODEPINK man for peace hailing from Austin, Texas.  Whether out in the streets in an audacious costume or behind the scenes doing the work to make actions happen, Jim is at every CODEPINK event and protest with a heart of gold (ahem, hot pink!) and energy and passion to make peace happen.  Jim’s letters to the editor have been published in the local papers and a photo of him with Austin CODEPINK at a vigil mourning the death of the 1,000th soldier in Operation Enduring Freedom appeared in last week’s CODEPINK email alert.  In the words of Austin CODEPINKster Deb, “He happens to be Heidi’s hubby but he’s a full on equal member of the group in every way.  [Jim]’s a conflict resolution KING and just the sweetest, most lovable dude to boot.  Jim Turpin = Rockstar.”

Daniel Ellsberg is the most dangerous man in America! You can read all about Dan here (because it would take a LONG post to really explain his impact on activism, and the truth about lies and our government) and if you haven’t seen the new documentary based on his life and role as the Pentagon Papers whistle blower then you should check out the documentary site AND root for the film this Sunday during the Oscars! It is up for Best Documentary! And CODEPINK’s Jodie Evans was a producer on the film to boot! Daniel, we are in awe of your courage and we channel it each time we find ourselves about to raise our voices and our signs at a congressional hearing, before we try to slap the cuffs on another war criminal or confront power in our own lives.  We hope to see you up on stage with a statue on Sunday!

I do not believe in war at all; although I am as capable of anger as anyone. To me war is something to be outgrown, recognized as immature, wasteful and so destructive to life that human beings should shun it as they shun Swine Flu, or HIV/AIDS or as they once shunned Bubonic Plague. If our species survives, and it may well not, it will be because we learn not to fight to kill each other, though some of us may continue to fight as an expression of our not yet controllable nature. It is painful to feel the war machine continuing in Iraq and Afghanistan and in all the other parts of the globe not covered by our media. It isn’t that I thought one man, a new president, could stop it overnight or in one year – it has been acceptable behavior for millennia – but it was my hope that there would be, out of Washington, an entirely new and different approach to what is essentially the failure of human beings to listen to each other; to teach and guide and share with one another. To see the best, even in “the enemy.” And where no “best” is discernable, to understand how what might have been good has become horribly twisted or destroyed. To think of small children who have no alternative, often, to growing up imprisoned in poisonous ideologies; there they stand in our missile sights, “terrorists” who never really had a chance.

Is there no way to reach our enemies other than by killing them? Do we “win” in this way? I cannot believe it. Rather I believe killing other human beings is not about winning, but about failure. Winning would be to begin to train our military to do what it also does wonderfully well: look after the inhabitants of the planet. It has been such a relief to see our soldiers stepping in to help earthquake victims in Haiti and elsewhere; to see their self-assurance and can-do spirit as they tackle the problems of crumbled buildings, trapped children, pain crazed persons who, having lost homes and possessions, have nowhere to go. This is when I have felt most proud of our military. And it has been easy to see that this is where our soldiers have felt most proud of themselves.

There is much anger at our president from the community of pacifists and anti-war activists to which I belong. There is so much disappointment and rage. I share some of this; what I mostly feel, however, is not anger or rage, but grief. Eisenhower was right to warn us about the burgeoning power of the Military Industrial Complex, as he termed it. That it was quite capable of taking over the country, and the president with it. That we are in the hands of a war machine that doesn’t really care who is elected to run the country; it’s aim is plunder, destruction, conquest and exploitation. Taking whatever its creators want by force. All in the name of “defense.” Looking in our own families we can see how we are connected to this machine: the jobs, the pensions, the chance to learn a trade or go to school. Many people’s fear is that if the military stopped its machinations around the globe millions of people would have no place, and no work.

And that is why what we must insist on, I believe, is transformation of the Military. Though what use can be found for our obsolete missiles and weapons of mass destruction I cannot, myself, imagine. But my faith is that someone can imagine this; that we can make something useful out of things like old fighter planes and bomb casings. The way the earth is shaking so many of us out of bed in the middle of the night with no shelter left to our names, perhaps we should put our architects and builders to the task of designing and creating housing out of them. Humans are very clever, as we know. No more clever humans exist – along with some who are abysmally not clever – than in the United States.

In these times it is easy to see why war is obsolete. Nature has taken it on herself to show us how destructive unanticipated and uncontrollable violence is. And that nothing humans can ever do on the battlefield is a match for her power. After an earthquake, especially after earthquakes like the recent ones in Haiti and Chile, how can humanity permit our governments to cause similar devastation, with our money, deliberately?

Recently I was in Cairo, attempting to cross into Gaza with the courageous women of CODE PINK. This organization had worked for nearly a year to collect about 2 million dollars worth of aid for the people of Gaza. They had also invited fourteen hundred people from around the world to join in a Freedom March inside Gaza, in protest of the imprisonment of 1.5 million Palestinians, in Gaza, by the Israeli government. The Egyptian government, apparently under the control of Israel and the United States, refused to permit us entry. Perhaps its leader feared losing the large amount of aid the U.S. gives Egypt every year.

In any case, on my third day in Cairo I found myself traveling with Jodie Evans, co-founder of CODE PINK, to pay a visit to the Red Crescent, similar to the Red Cross. We were escorted into the office of a large, kindly man who seemed to want to help us. Jodie Evans, wearing a lot of pink, had come armed with her cell phone and her computer. At each point of questioning from the kindly but cautious Egyptian, she used these tools to connect with her base of information. There was not a single question put to her that she did not, sitting there in all her glorious pink, answer politely, firmly and conclusively. She explained about the 1400 citizens from around the world who were outside, some camping in front of Embassies, some battling police in the Cairo streets. She talked about the 2 million dollars worth of aid. Milk and cheese and bread and beans. Water. Chocolate. School supplies. Medicine.

I had arrived in Cairo ill; speaking brought on a spell of coughing; I was sorry to be of so little help. However I did have one question:

“Have you ever been to Gaza?” I asked our host, when Jodie Evans took a moment to catch her breath.

“No,” he said. “But I hear it’s better than when you were there last year.”

More people dead? I wondered. Or did he mean more rubble cleared?

But then Jodie Evans was back on the case. To every question, she found an answer.

At last, the kindly man, someone’s uncle or father or brother or son, allowed the possibility of 65 people being allowed entry into Gaza. 65 out of 1400. Jodie Evans tried to increase the number, speaking again of the hardship many had suffered to be able to come so far. Maybe two buses? And what of the aid? There was now given to us a long list of all that could not be carried into Gaza. Milk was out, for starters. It was a liquid.

This haggling went on for some time. As people who had visited Gaza a year ago, both she and I would be denied entry this time.

And so forth.

But here is what the feeling was: We were begging to be allowed to help desperate people, many of them slowly starving to death. Begging. I will not forget this feeling as long as I live; because it was not right. And yes, I longed to have a government behind me that would have made it unnecessary for us to beg; I yearned for a government whose leaders would go with us into Gaza. Shoulder to shoulder with us. Because until our leaders go with us to try to understand and right the wrongs our nations have caused, what chance as a planet do we have? And yet, ironically, this encounter, where we felt we had nothing officially supportive at our backs, is where I saw the Goddess in Jodie Evans. Even though this was begging, she never lost her dignity, her resolve, her commitment to the people of Gaza who are suffering. I witnessed something I never expected to experience that day: that to beg for the good of others is noble. I saw this nobility, very strong, in her. That moment was worth the trip.

When the disastrous earthquake hit Haiti, even Israel sent a shipment of aid. But why not send such a shipment to Gaza, where Israel has done the damage? Looking at a collapsed school in Port –au- Prince it seemed almost identical to the American School in Palestine in whose rubble, a year ago, I spent part of a morning. America sent aid, but why had it not helped the Haitians (over decades) as their capsized boats filled with impoverished people headed toward survival in the US, floundered and were drowned by the waves. Not to mention the atrocious colonial treatment of Haiti, for centuries.

I have said many times that my caring for Barack Obama and his family is unconditional; this is the only kind of caring that makes sense to me. Within that caring, held just as unshakably, is my disagreement with some of his choices. War cannot be stopped by killing more people; there has to be another way. What is it? Nuclear power is treacherous; is there no faith that Americans can consume less of everything, especially the rapaciously pursued “energy?”

And so on.

Talking some of this over with a friend, I asked her to make a list of all the good things Barack Obama has done in his first year. Within minutes she had a list of about a hundred things. This was a great relief, because sometimes the rhetoric against his leadership is so condemning it is as if he’s done nothing at all. What is the blindness and anger that causes this unfairness? How can it become more balanced? Not for Obama’s sake, he seems to be weathering his storms as well as one could, but for the sake of those of us who like to think of ourselves as people of ethics, fairness, balance. Some of us call ourselves “spiritual progressives.”

At the end of some of the more virulent blasts against Obama there is the threat of punishment: Wait until the next election! Can we learn to disagree with someone without instantly attempting to punish them? What is this but a stirring up of one’s inner war? War without a military, but violence just the same. And who do we have in mind as a replacement? With our luck we will find ourselves stuck with another Bush, or worse, though our dream might be Dennis Kucinich whose belief that the United States should have a Department of Peace is one with which most of us resonate. Anger makes us lose our ability to think clearly, to strategize, to plan. It is useless at this point in humanity’s distress. We are headed over a cliff of our own making; blaming anyone without at the same time blaming ourselves is a waste of the time we could at least spend dancing.

Can we learn to care about our leaders in ways that support their ability to move forward as we would wish them to? Is our only mode of behavior instant rage and blame if someone cannot deconstruct in one year what has taken five hundred years to build? Can we sit with ourselves and the truth of our crisis as humans long enough to see where we ourselves must lead and change?

Before traveling to Cairo I spent a few days in Dharamsala calling on the Spiritual and Political leaders of Tibet in Exile. These are people who obviously know a thing or two about life, about conflict, about inner discipline and care of the personal and the planetary soul. At a dinner with the political head of Tibet in Exile, Professor Rinpoche, along with six of his ministers, we found ourselves talking about what it feels like to be up against enemies who might be a billion times larger than you. Which is pretty much the case of China vs. Tibet. Talking together we soon realized that everyone in the room was working hard for the same things: feeding and clothing and teaching and healing our people and our communities. Finally, in the face of all attempts to stop us from doing what we feel we must, someone raised a glass to toast “the enemy.”

“Thank you,” I said, raising my glass in return: “They (our enemies) have their job and we have ours.”

That is also how I feel about every US administration I have ever known; none of them as morally intelligent and responsive to regular Americans as the one we have now, for all its limitations. They have their job, whatever it might be. But I have mine. Mine is to work for the world that I want, in the belief that it can only be just, fair, balanced and dedicated to peace, if I am.

Alice Walker is author of the children’s book: WHY WAR IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA.

The response is overwhelming and almost 1,400 – as many as the number of Palestinians killed a year ago in Israel’s assault on Gaza – people (including me!) from over 40 countries sign up for the march and fly into Cairo to go to Gaza.  Egypt says no.  The people say, “Let our people go (to Gaza)!”  They demonstrate in the streets, take over embassies, raise a ruckus in a country where uprisings are forbidden by the ruling dictatorship.  News that peaceful demonstrators cannot march in Egypt and cannot go to Gaza spreads like wildfire in the media throughout the globe.  In the US, some recall images of Freedom Riders in the South.  Hearing the news, many put politics aside to see the injustice of being unable to march – where is the democracy and freedom in the Middle Eastern country that receives the second (next to Israel) highest levels of financial support from the US?

The wife of the Egyptian dictator has heart and squeezes 100 marchers into Gaza via her humanitarian organization, the Red Crescent (the Middle Eastern version of the Red Cross).  Many marchers demand all go or no go and allow themselves to be fractured by indecision, lack of leadership (I wouldn’t call it lack of leadership, but divided leadership), and repressive governments.  People, mostly Palestinians with family in Gaza, humanitarian aid workers, and journalists, board the buses anyway.  I go on the bus with these people to support their trip logistics and to witness for myself the destruction in Gaza, searching for the keys to transformation, as an American Jew of Israeli descent.

In Gaza we visit orphanages, refugee camps, fishermen, bombed out neighborhoods, human rights groups, the main hospital, families in their homes.  We take part in a march to the border with Israel (at Erez) – it is not what was originally envisioned but it is nonviolent and while we march to the border, peaceful people in Israel march to that same wall!  And in the West Bank people march!  And in Cairo the internationals march even when beaten by the Egyptian police!  And all around the world in 130 cities throughout the week of the march people rise up and take action!

After the march the South African delegation in Cairo, recalling their own movement to overturn apartheid, lead negotiations to craft a new solidarity commitment.  It is called the Cairo Declaration and weaves a spell for continued action including boycotts and accountability for Israel’s war criminals.  2010 begins not only with mourning over the devastating loss of life in Gaza one year ago, but also with powerful organizing for social change.  Many delegates on the trip are forever changed and return home to speak out at every opportunity.  Nothing had gone as planned.  God laughs at such plans anyway.  But everything that happened on this trip created a doorway to step through.

This is how the magic happens, as I learned from CODEPINK cofounder and spiritual activist Carolyn Casey: First hold up a mirror so you can see what is really happening and show others the alarming reality (this means go to the places of oppression or read real news or talk with people who have the facts and the stories).  Then turn the mirror into a window that shows what life could be like in a different way, with no bombing, with laughing children, with fertile strawberry fields, with surf, with Jews and Muslims together, with trust and acceptance.  Finally, transform the window into a doorway and invite people to step through it.  There are a thousand ways people are working for peace and justice in one of the most holy and sacred places on our little blue-green planet.  What will you do?

The beginning: Chant down Babylon

“Lift the siege of Gaza! Free Palestine!” young men are chanting as they slog through the muddy road and, noticing me holding out a plastic bag filled with square pink peace flags, crowd around to grab one.  The prayer flags quickly pepper the march with soft pink hues and the endearing messages of peace from kids and their grandparents, moms and daughters from all over America contrast with the loud chants coming from the rear of a pickup truck equipped with mega speakers and the mostly male march.  Other signs saying “Women Say Free Gaza” in English and Arabic and are also snatched up by the male marchers.  But men carrying signs speaking for women is not enough and I can’t stop wondering, “Where are the women?”

It’s the morning of New Year’s Eve, December 31, 2009, and I find myself sandwiched among a swiftly moving crowd of Palestinians in Gaza destined for the Erez border between Gaza and Israel.  After driving through the busy streets of Gaza City and witnessing bombed out buildings, demolished police stations, marketplaces filled with items that can only have been brought in through the tunnels – the lifeline of supplies that get through the siege – we’ve arrived at the march site and are being pushed out of a bus into a bustling crowd of marchers.  I’ve finally embarked on the action I flew halfway around the world to participate in: The Gaza Freedom March.

Rewind six months. It’s mid-June and CODEPINK cofounder Medea Benjamin and I are driving a rental car through the Negev desert in southern Israel on our way to scope out the AHAVA cosmetics plant near the Dead Sea in the West Bank.  We’re on a mission to see first-hand if allegations that this Israeli-owned factory is illegally operating in a settlement north of the 1967 armistice (or green) line, and, after the past few hectic, hot, noisy days of facilitating protests at the Erez border for our peaceful delegation of Americans and Canadians (who had wanted to deliver playgrounds to kids in Gaza but were denied entry), we finally have a quiet moment together to catch up with each other.

I want to know how Medea’s last trip to Gaza was, what she saw and heard, and how she’s feeling about being a more vocal player in the movement for justice in Palestine.  Rewinding five months more I can trace the journey to the Negev: After Operation Cast Lead, the 22-day Israeli assault on Gaza in late December 2008, in which over 1,400 Palestinians, including some 300 children and hundreds of other unarmed civilians, were killed by Israeli forces, who also razed hospitals, schools and houses – Medea, like many in the global community, was shocked and horrified, and boarded the next flight to the Middle East with her stomach still churning.  So she and her trusted activist friends, Ret. Col. Ann Wright, and CODEPINK activist Tighe Barry, made a fearless 48-hour excursion into Gaza in February to bear witness to the destruction, gather stories, and find out what they could do to support the survivors of the brutal attack. They saw some of the over four thousand homes and eighty public buildings that were destroyed, and noted that much of Gaza’s vital infrastructure was wiped out.  They emerged determined to bring larger delegations to bring humanitarian aid, gather testimonies, and show solidarity.

In the course of 2009, CODEPINK helped organize seven trips to Gaza via Egypt. Each time it was a struggle to convince the Egyptians to let the groups in—since the border is technically closed. But with political pressure from US Congresspeople and grassroots support, the groups managed to break the siege and get inside.  The first large delegation was a group of over 60 people who traveled to Gaza and delivered thousands of pink gift baskets to women on International Women’s Day in March, 2009.  Alice Walker wrote a profound piece on her experience on this delegation, and reading Alice’s writing about Gaza, I was changed forever.  Alice had just lost an older sister before going on the trip. Israel’s clobbering of sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, mothers and fathers, along with the incidental Hamas militant, made her feel a connection to the people in Gaza.

Medea co-led a delegation to Gaza immediately before this delegation in Israel and as we zoom through the desert she describes that trip.  She tells me about the meetings she and writer/lecturer Norman Finkelstein had with Hamas officials who drafted a letter to President Obama that she and the CODEPINK delegation then tried to hand-deliver to the US Embassy in Cairo at the time of Obama’s first major speech in the region.  Throughout these negotiations and in their meetings with Palestinian civil society groups, the idea arose to do something bigger than bring in humanitarian delegations that brought supplies, stood witness to the wanton destruction, and made new friends.  They wanted to do something that would show the people of Gaza, on the anniversary of the invasion, that they were not alone.

The idea?  A massive non-violent march in Gaza demanding that the crippling siege be lifted. Conceived in the spirit of Mahatma Gandhi, the plan for the Gaza Freedom March was to attempt to enter Gaza via Egypt on the one-year anniversary of the Israeli assault.  Once in Gaza the international delegation would meet with human rights groups and civil society activists and bear witness to the continuing devastation. What better time to coordinate this action than one year after the Israeli assault? Since that time, the Israeli military has maintained a siege on Gaza, preventing materials, medicines, food and consumer goods from entering or leaving.  To draw international awareness to the horrific conditions in Gaza, on New Year’s Eve day, December 31, we’d be joined by tens of thousands of Gazans in a nonviolent march to the Israeli border at Erez, to demand the siege be lifted.  Simultaneous marches would take place on the Israel side of the Erez border and in the West Bank, and throughout the week solidarity marches, rallies, and vigils would occur in cities throughout the world.

Once I heard this idea, it seemed to flood the sparse desert landscape flashing by the car window with vivid color.  The few Bedouin huts and camels became thousands of people marching on both sides of a concrete wall, big peace doves and colorful banners overhead, all with one cohesive message for basic human rights: Lift the Siege!

Rewind six years. In college, I had studied Gandhi’s nonviolent movement in India, and my mentor was a professor who had retraced the Salt March himself and become an expert scholar on nonviolence.  At a university where fireside chats focused on such preposterously academic questions as “What constitutes a Just War?” this professor’s classes were a refreshing dose of hope and sanity, to say the least, and I had fallen in love with Thoreau’s Civil Disobedience and the redemptive autobiography of Malcolm X.  The march in Gaza sounded like an excellent way to put theory into action.

Plus, growing up in a Jewish family with immigrant parents (both the children of WWII/Holocaust survivors and one born in Israel to a family that included one of Israel’s first conscientious objectors), I felt I had a vested stake in creating peace in the Middle East and wanted to be part of actions that went beyond fist-raising-side-taking-all-out-shouting-matches.  I wanted to live the change, be the dream, and all that other Gandhi-King rhetoric that is so awe-inspiring and true.  As Starhawk wrote in her blog, “I was raised to love Israel… a dream come true, a miraculous salvation from the grief and terror of the Holocaust… But I was also raised to love justice, not tyranny—no matter who the tyrants profess to be.  Without justice for the Palestinians, there can be no security or peace for Israelis.” I also relate to what Saria Idana, a fierce artist and sister Yid who recently spent time learning in Palestine, wrote: “As a result of the Israeli occupation of Palestine, and as an American woman with a Jewish cultural identity and the privileges that come with being a white Jewish woman, I feel a simultaneous sense of being at home in Israel and of being a guest in a home where I am overstepping the hospitality of my hosts.”

Medea and I completed our recon assignment at the Ahava mineral mud products factory (only to find all our worst assumptions about this company confirmed) and returned to our delegation, which as aforementioned had spent four days protesting at the Erez border to Gaza but were denied entry to deliver playgrounds to children.  Realizing we would not get in, we headed up to Tel Aviv and launched our international boycott of Ahava by getting muddy in our bikinis and effectively shutting down the flagship store inside the seaside Hilton for the afternoon.  A year before this I could not have predicted that I, a feminist and a Jew, would be standing bikini-clad in this shi-shi Tel Aviv store and shutting it down!  But bearing witness to the wanton destruction of families and homes in Gaza, and seeing the wall between the West Bank and Israel up close, changed me.  I signed on to boycott illegally made Israeli products because I had always supported human rights, and these companies were in violation of those rights.

A few days after this action we were on the plane headed home to the States where Medea hit the ground running to develop the Gaza Freedom March idea with Norman and others in the movement.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back: The Makings of a March

From the start, the march was riddled with challenges, largely because it was focusing on an issue to which every organization and individual has very different ideas about changing.  There’s a saying, “Two Jews, three opinions.” (which is attributed to Israel’s founding father, David Ben Gurion, but has roots that go way back to Moses I am sure!)  It may be apropos to say, “Two organizers, three solutions and four arguments against them.”  But the organizers of the Gaza Freedom March didn’t give up, and wove into the thread of common unity – lifting the siege — the background of Palestinian resistance and the additional calls for external economic and political pressure to be applied on Israel.  Though Norman ultimately bowed out of the organizing team, the momentum picked up and an incredible coalition came together to coordinate the march.

Endorsing organizations numbered in the hundreds and include American Friends Service Committee, Jewish Voice for Peace, the Union of Palestinian Workers and many civil society groups in Palestine, the US Campaign to End the Israeli Occupation, Free Gaza Movement, the Fellowship of Reconciliation, Middle East Children’s Alliance, National Lawyer’s Guild, United for Peace and Justice, most major Palestinian unions, Students for Palestine, War Resisters Leauge, Yesh G’vul in Israel, Veterans for Peace, and, of course, CODEPINK Women for Peace. Individual endorsers include author Alice Walker, Nobel Peace Laureate Mairead Maguire and Dr. Patch Adams. For a complete list, visit here.

The response to the idea was overwhelming. With no assurance of even getting into Gaza, people all over the world started signing up to meet in Cairo. As word spread over the internet, hundreds and hundreds more signed on. When the coalition finally cut off registration, 1,362 people from 43 countries were signed up! Delegations from Japan to India, from Australia to South Africa would travel to Egypt.  Judges, doctors, rabbis, priests, students, seniors, and even an 85-year-old Holocaust survivor would march.

The morning after co-hosting a fundraiser in SF for student scholarships and humanitarian aid for the Gaza Freedom March, I woke up and knew with undoubted certainty that I needed to joint the march too.  My best friend, Ariel Vegosen, a seasoned peace-worker, a dear friend Elizabeth Palmer, and I signed on, fundraised, and booked our tickets.  Our CODEPINK SF Intern, Marina Barakatt, CODEPINK cofounder Jodie Evans, and I took on coordinating the women’s contingent for the march.  We put out some outreach letters to women who had signed up for the march and built a group of marchers who wanted to meet with women’s groups in Gaza and march as women in solidarity.

In the busy weeks leading up the march, all CODEPINK staff were on deck to support the march.  We were writing email alerts, hosting conference calls, processing trip fees and donations, gathering delegate info… all the unseen trappings of the organizing that goes into a project of this magnitude.   Meanwhile in Cairo, two fearless and brilliant activists, CODEPINK activist Tighe Barry and Ret. Col. Ann Wright were working day and night to facilitate the march logistics, lay the groundwork for the massive delegation’s arrival, and communicating with the Egyptian and Gazan governments – with Egypt, to get us into Gaza and with Hamas, to ensure that the march was a civil society initiative, between people on both sides of the border, and not between internationals and government.

All Aboard?

Just as everyone was preparing to leave for Cairo, we were shocked to hear the Egyptians say they would not let us into Gaza.  But the marchers were determined and would not accept no for an answer.  We boarded the planes, determined to push forward.  In the days leading up to the march I had been lighting the menorah nightly with my parents and partner in observance of Chanukah.  I was hopeful that there would be a miracle – like the story of the candles burning for eight days – and all of us would be let into Gaza.  I was also thinking critically about holiday gifts and the real miracle of olive oil, and wrote a piece highlighting our Ahava boycott and my personal decision to invest in socially responsible and sustainable beauty goodies for friends, like Dr. Bronners soaps.

The night of Christmas I boarded the plane, thinking there was a real possibility that for the first time in my life I might actually see Santa Claus.  As the plane descended into Cairo there was still no sight of sleigh or reindeer, but I did see for the first time what smog looks like at night; the city was veiled in a yellow haze that seemed to illuminate the night sky like smoke in a dim bar.  We hopped in a taxi and zoomed off to downtown Cairo where we checked in at the 6th floor lobby of the dingy, smoke-clouded Lotus Hotel; little did we know we had just arrived at what would blossom into ground zero for the march in the days ahead.

The next morning we awoke to the news of the ever-evolving reality of what negotiating with a dictatorship means.  Not only had the Egyptian government denied the entire delegation – 1, 362 people! – access into Gaza, but they officially cancelled our buses and would not allow us to gather in a central agreed-upon meeting spot (a Jesuit school) for the whole group orientation on Sunday evening, December 27.  Adjusting rapidly to reality, we made an alternate plan, which GFM delegate and San Jose Peace and Justice Center president Sharat Lin describes well in his article:

The day began with a silent action, tying letter cards expressing solidarity to the people of Gaza to the railings of the Qasr el-Nil Bridge. Many Egyptian passersby stopped to add their own messages of friendship to the people of Gaza and Palestine. When police finally broke up the vigil, they ripped the cards off, leaving only the strings by which they were attached.

In the late afternoon, a plan to sail in dozens of feluccas (traditional Nile sailboats) was aborted by police, who closed off an entire section of the Cornish el-Nil where the feluccas are docked. The purpose of going onto the Nile River was to float 1,400 candles in biodegradable cups in memory of the Palestinians who died in the Israel assault one year ago. Gaza Freedom March delegates held their candlelight vigil anyway along the busy Cornish el-Nil street.

Starhawk wrote about this action:

A knot of activists were surrounded by a thicket of cameras.  The police were blocking us from getting on the boats, and shut down the rental place.  But we gathered, a group of several hundred, which we had been expressly forbidden to do.  Medea Benjamin, one of the Code Pink leaders, jumped up and made an impromptu speech.  “Who here wants to take a boat on the Nile, like tourists do?” she asked.  Everyone raised their hands.  “Who here wants to go to Gaza?”  The crowd began cheering and unfurling banners and chanting “Free Gaza!”  We lit our candles in cups and held them aloft.  The French, with a huge contingent of 300, demanded that their ambassador negotiate their entry into Gaza and when he was unsuccessful, they set up camp outside the Embassy, turning it into a bastion of solidarity that likes of which Egyptians had never seen before!

What follows is another excerpt from Sharat’s article:

The more than 300-strong French delegation had gathered in front of the French Embassy in Giza, expecting to board buses for El-Arish. When the buses failed to arrive because their permits had been pulled, the delegates in a courageous act of defiance sat down in the busy four northbound lanes of Murad Street and set up tents. Hundreds of riot police from the Central Security Force were mobilized to enclose the protesters and move them onto the footpath in front of the French Embassy. Not knowing what the police would ultimately do, there was a great deal of fear at the beginning of the action. At one point the security force cordon increased to three layers. However, the French ambassador was apparently supportive, discouraging Egyptian authorities from using force and pressing for permits to travel to Gaza. Towards the end, the security cordon was relaxed, allowing anyone to freely enter and exit the encampment. The encampment lasted continuously for four days.

French delegate, Amar Aknouche, said he decided to join the Gaza Freedom March because of the injustice in Palestine. He noted, “Israel is the only ‘democracy’ which goes and kills children and erects an apartheid wall. I came here to express my solidarity with Gaza”

In the evening of that first night on December 27, when we were supposed to be having our first meeting indoors together, we held an outdoor gathering that looked more like a rally sans bullhorn.  Our attempts to hold peaceful vigils were met with riot police, barricades and scores of secret police.  All this and the first technical day of the Gaza Freedom March had not even begun!

Uniting Nations, Stringing Flags, and Delivering Dinner

We descended upon the United Nations asking them to intercede.  A negotiating team led by Philippine parliament member Walden Bello met with U.N. officials, but to no avail.  The Egyptian riot police arrived quickly and surrounded our group of several hundred delegates.  Tighe escaped to get water for everyone.  Lisa Fithian gathered representatives from each affinity group or region into a spokes council meeting to strategize on next steps.  Meanwhile a group of faith-based activists were singing, drumming and walking in a circle while another group was assembling a tent to bring in solidarity with the French and add the “camp-out” element.  Another group was waving a massive Palestinian flag – which had just days before been draped over one of the pyramids – up and down as if it were a parachute on a schoolyard.

The South Africans arrived and unfurled their beautiful, large labor union banner.
We held up signs, drank bottled water, and waited.

We gathered the women’s contingent together and began stringing peace prayer flags together.  The hundreds of peace flags had been made by kids, grandparents, and activists from all over the US.  Then some of the women’s contingent decided to try to reach the US Embassy before they closed, and left in taxis.  Our meeting with guards there laid the foundation for a meeting the next day (which turned into a hostage situation – read on!).  After the Embassy visit Tighe and I returned to the UN encampment with sacks of hot food for the protesters, but when we tried to deliver dinner, the Egyptian police reacted!  As I was lifting the bags from the trunk of the taxi on the curb, a police officer slammed the trunk down, hitting my head, and ordered the taxi away.  The taxi sped off fearfully with all our food, and inshallah, his family ate well that night!

85-year-old Holocaust survivor Hedy Epstein began a hunger strike, and sat in the center of the group with a sign on her chest announcing that she was hunger striking.  Hedy said, “My message is for the world governments to wake up and treat Israel like they treat any other country and not to be afraid to reprimand and criticize Israel for its violent policies vis-à-vis the Palestinians.”  Being that I am the descendant of Holocaust and WWII survivors on both sides of my family, meeting Hedy was a very moving moment.  The courage of her convictions, which shone through her wrinkled face and determined smile, rose above the occasion of the riot police, the smog, the internal disarray.  32 other delegates joined Heddy in her hunger strike.  I later emailed Rabbi Rosen in Chicago who co-founded the Jewish Fast for Gaza and he emailed back to say they would do a solidarity fast.  In San Francisco CODEPINKers Nancy and Leslie coordinated a solidarity fast too.

During the action, people were constantly filming, tweeting, updating their Facebook pages, and snapping photos.  There were moments when there were more cameras out than activists!  Documentation of the March was tremendous and word (and images) of the scene in Cairo spread throughout the world quickly.  Al-Jazeera covered the march extensively and for several consecutive days Amy Goodman interviewed march organizers on Democracy Now!  The actions were highlighted in a piece in the New York Times.  But by far the biggest press coverage was not in the US mainstream media, but in the European news, where networks in Italy, Spain, and France carried daily updates on their citizens who were in the streets of Cairo demanding entry to Gaza and an end to the siege.  (Photo below featured in Tehran Times.)

Back in the US we encouraged people to keep calling the Egyptian embassies and the US State Department and pressuring them to let us in.  We even set up an email letter tool the week before the march that went straight to an Egyptian Foreign Minister’s inbox, causing much upset when thousands of emails started pouring in.  And delegates from other countries urged their communities back at home to do the same and apply pressure to the Egyptians and to their own heads of state to approach the Egyptians.

Meanwhile dozens of marchers embarked on buses headed towards the Rafah border, in hopes of getting as close as possible or even getting in.  Groups began leaving the previous Friday and continued peeling away from Cairo, at first as very obvious foreigners, and then, once the Egyptian police started turning people back, in more incognito ways, the women covering their heads, and the groups trying to hire Bedouin taxis to speedily get them through the many checkpoints along the way.

Two of the travelers to Al-Arish were Kathleen Crocetti and her husband Bill Lucas, a couple from Watsonville, CA, who I had met at the SF airport.  Kathleen is an artist and teacher who dedicated hundreds of hours of her time before the trip to creating a mosaic mural depicting freedom marchers with a starry sky above – one star for each Palestinian killed a year ago in Operation Cast Lead.  Kathleen trucked that mural on the airplane and then in various buses and taxis to Al-Arish, where the Egyptian police found her out and put her and her husband, and many other internationals, under house arrest.  Kathleen recorded her exciting adventures and amazing encounter with a sympathetic man, who happened to be the police officer in charge of guarding her from escaping, here.

By the end of the day on Monday, December 28, we had covered a lot of ground, but still hadn’t stepped foot in Gaza.  Starhawk summed it up best:

Our situation is ironically biblical—never have I understood the story of Exodus so well.  The irony is that in the story, it’s the Israelites petitioning Pharoah to let them go, packing their bags each time he indicates ‘yes’, unpacking them when he changes his mind and says ‘no’, ten times until in the end they leave in such haste they have no time to let the bread rise.  Now, it’s the Israelites, or at least, most likely, the Israelis applying political pressure to the Egyptians to refuse us entry into Gaza.  Indeed, even leaving Cairo has become problematic.  Small groups have made their way to el Arish, but most have been stopped, some pulled from taxis, others sent back in buses from checkpoints.

If at First You Don’t Succeed…

On Tuesday morning we again went into full-swing action mode.  We wrote an appeal to President Mubarak and delivered it to his palace. We sent a delegation to ask for help from the Arab League.  We attempted to visit the US Embassy, where we were again surrounded by riot police and basically held hostage by the US government (read Ali Abunimah’s account of the action here). The women’s contingent appealed to Mrs. Mubarak.

Before leaving the states, we had reached out to Mrs. Mubarak, wife of Egyptian premiere Hosni Mubarak. She had interceded on our behalf when we were having the same experience with the Egyptian government in March, when they refused to let our buses take us to Al Arish. In March, we were all able to enter and deliver the thousands of pink baskets of aid to the women of Gaza for International Women’s Day.  So naturally this time we again appealed to the First Lady.  CODEPINK cofounder Jodie Evans led the delegation that approached Mrs. Mubarak, and she recounts her efforts in her blog post, “No Stone Unturned”:

This morning, I went to Mrs. Mubarak’s offices at the Women’s International Peace Movement to ask for her help again in opening the border of Gaza for our delegation. Her program manager was quite helpful and delivered a copy of the email thousands had been sending all weekend from the states, translated into Arabic.

Just hours later, an assistant from the office of the First Lady called, and said Mrs. Mubarak wanted to help us: Could I describe what we were taking and what we needed? I told her we needed the 1,300 to be allowed to enter Gaza and deliver the aid we had brought from thousands more who cared deeply for the situation the Gazans are suffering under.

Just an hour later, the head of the Red Crescent (of which she is Chair) called and said he had been instructed to help us in any way he could. He would send a car for me at 11 a.m. the following day and we would go over all the details of who was with us and what they were bringing. Mrs. Mubarak would take the information to the Foreign Ministry.

The Emperor has No Clothes… Except Riot Armor!

After the days of protests and the intervention of First Lady Mrs. Mubarak, a small group of 100 was allowed to enter Gaza for 3 days.  Trying to equitably and fairly create a 100-person delegation from a group of 1,000 was near-impossible, especially since we had only mere hours to do it.  The challenge of lack of ability to gather centrally and to communicate (between organizers and delegation leaders, and with delegates themselves) was acute.  We crunched numbers to find proportional representation from each region and contingent and prioritized people who had not been to Gaza before.  Calls, emails, and hotel-to-hotel meetings resulted in an all-out frenzy of activists clamoring to get their names on the special “chosen” list.  Never during all the pleas to get on the list did I hear someone ask, “Who among us most needs to get into Gaza?” or “What is the most strategic and important group to send, such as journalists, medics, or Palestinians?” or “What do the organizers in Gaza advise?”

Amidst this flurry of (mis)communications, some delegations started pulling out from the mini-delegation, seeing it not as a small step forward but instead as a big step back.  Ironically, many members from almost all of those delegations ultimately went to Gaza.  I learned a lot from the whole process about communication and coordination in a coalition.

Walden Bello wrote about this dilemma and debacle for his piece on Foreign Policy in Focus:

Two days of pressure – including a campout at the French embassy that was tolerated if not covertly supported by the embassy staff and a rally at the World Trade Center that houses the UN offices – pushed the Egyptian government to a compromise brokered by Susan Mubarak, wife of the country’s president:  a representative delegation of 100 people would be allowed to cross the border into Gaza.  Under the circumstances, many people, including myself, felt this was best deal we could get. Code Pink, the key group behind the march, began to pick 100 people to form the delegation, taking pains to ensure representation by country and organization.

It proved to be too good to be true.  The steering committee of the GFM initially endorsed the plan.  However, in a meeting that went till 4 am on December 30, the steering committee consensus fell apart.  One reasons was that the Egyptian foreign ministry released a statement characterizing the 100 that were going as the “good elements” of the GFM while the “bad ones” were those left in Cairo.  To some, this was government propaganda that needed to be taken in stride and not allowed to disrupt the Gaza mission.  To others, it called into question the legitimacy of the convoy.

It was, however, too late to get word of the lack of consensus to the handpicked 100 who had started assembling, along with others who still had hopes of getting into the buses, as early as 6 a.m. near the Isis Hotel at the foot of the October 6 Bridge near Tahrir Square.  By 8 a.m., a group had gathered at the departure point shouting epithets at those in the buses, calling us “divisive,” “traitors,” or “collaborators with the Egyptian government.”  These participants in the Gaza Freedom March were demonstrating against those of us who were supposed to represent them in Gaza!  That we were a solidarity delegation put together to help break Israel’s siege of Gaza was completely forgotten.  We were suddenly vilified as pawns of the Egyptian government.

I had seldom witnessed a more awful display of naive, misguided politics.  The protesters actually thought that the 100-person delegation compromise was a sell-out and that by holding tough they could get the authoritarian Egyptian government to relent and allow all 1,362 of us to march into Gaza.  What planet did these people think they were on?”

While getting the two buses from the Egyptian government proved to be divisive and chaos-causing, it also shone a spotlight on Egypt’s lies.  The reason the Egyptian government had given for denying us 1,400 people entry into Gaza was security.  They said it was unsafe to cross the Rafah border at this time.  Now, why is it safe for 100 but not for 1,000?

When the Egyptians gave the okay for 100 to go, they instructed Jodie to give them a list of the people by a specific time so they could approve them.  They then allegedly screened each person and came back to us to say that everyone was green lighted to go.  But the next morning was a total chaos, with people shouting at each other and trying to convince one another to not go on the buses.  Do you remember the scene in the children’s book, The Sneetches, by Dr. Seuss, where Sneetches are going in one machine to get stars, and then jumping in another to get their stars removed from their bellies, all with hopes of fitting in and being right?  Well, that is what it looked like, and Sylvester McBean was replaced by the Egyptian security guards.

At any rate, once the dust settled, there were 86 people aboard two buses and they most definitely did not match the names on the original list given to the Egyptians.  But the Egyptian security seemed not to care at all!  Though they had scrutinized the passports of the original 100 who got on the buses, once people started off-boarding and others boarded, they let anyone get on the buses.  The people that were on the bus were quite a diverse group from dozens of countries around the world.  We even had citizens of Turkey and people from Lebanon and originally from Palestine, though the Egyptians had said no Middle Easterners could go!  Incidentally, we also had a huge delegation of French women, despite that France had pulled out of the offer.  11 of the delegates to Gaza were from the Bay Area.  Most were journalists, like Amira Hass, or Palestinians, like Adil Abu Lebdeh who was going home to Gaza for the first time since he was four years old, or videographers, like Konda Mason. I got on the bus to support Tighe and Kit with trip logistics and to witness for myself the destruction in Gaza, searching for the keys to transformation, as an American Jew of Israeli descent.  And then we were pulling away from the chaos in the streets, Ariel and I holding hands and peering out the window as the golden yellow city whirred past.  We were destined for Gaza at last.

I will never know if it was the “right” thing to do to go on the bus or to stay behind.  I think at that point we were beyond right and wrong and I was thinking practically.  But I do know that powerful action took place in Gaza and in Cairo, and important relationships were forged on both sides of the Rafah border.

The Gaza Freedom March, Sort of

After a full day of traveling and waiting at the border, we reached Gaza City by about eleven at night on December 30 and had a very late dinner before checking everyone into two hotels.  (Photo below shows truck piled with humanitarian aid we brought into Gaza.)

Upon arrival we learned that the civil society groups had pulled out of the Gaza Freedom March, which was scheduled for the morning of the next day.  Acclaimed Israeli journalist Amira Hass, who traveled with us into Gaza, published this account of the march in an article in Ha’aretz:

Hijacked or poorly organized?  The march was not what the organizers had dreamed of during the nine months of preparation. The day before the trip to Gaza, they already knew that the non-governmental organizations had backed out. Some people said that Hamas government representatives had found the NGOs did not have a clear, organized plan for the guests and therefore had taken the initiative. One Palestinian activist insisted: “When we heard there would only be 100, we canceled everything.”

Another said, “From the outset, Hamas set conditions: No more than 5,000 marchers, no approaching the wall and the fence, how to make speeches, how long the speeches should be, who will make speeches. In short, Hamas hijacked the initiative from us and we gave in.”

Hamas, or its Popular Committee, brought 200 or 300 marchers. The march turned into nothing more than a ritual, an opportunity for Hamas cabinet ministers to get decent media coverage in the company of Western demonstrators. Especially photogenic were four Americans from the anti-Zionist ultra-Orthodox Jewish group Neturei Karta, who joined the trip only at Al Arish. There were no Palestinian women among the marchers – a slap to the many feminist organizers and participants, both women and men.

There were in fact some women in the march, only they were cornered off at the back of the mass and crammed into large vans.  A group of young women on the delegation and I all converged at a point in the back with the same question, “Where are the women?”  We found them then in a van at the back of the march.  The van slowed down so we thought it was an open invitation to jump in, which we did.  Sandwiched in the van we showed each other our banners and gave out “Women say Free Gaza!” pink pin-on squares.  After going only a few yards, the van stopped and let everyone out.  But no sooner had we began marching with the women and taking a few photos together than the women were all told to get back into the van, which they did.  So we followed too, to the dismay of the guards.  Once loaded the van sped off and neared the front of the march, and then, remarkably, we were again all allowed off the van, and we were able to march arm-in-arm, woman-to-woman, the rest of the way.  We found out that the women belonged to a teachers’ union.

At the end of the march there was a large press conference where some of our delegates spoke.  Then our international delegation pushed on beyond the line where Palestinians are allowed to go, and went another 100 yards toward the Erez border (which lay about a quarter mile from the final Gaza wall).  Our delegation sang freedom songs, held out peace flags, and sat down on the border for several minutes in solemn observance of the siege and the looming wall in the distance.  After the march concluded we did a live Al-Jazeerah interview and then were herded back onto the buses. While we were excited to have discovered sisters-in-struggle in the march, and the feeling of pushing on a bit past the first border was exhilarating, we were still dismayed with the overall low turn-out, the lack of strong civil society groups, and the near-lack of women.

Nonetheless, we had taken part in a march to the border with Israel at Erez, and though it was not what was originally envisioned, it was nonviolent and while we marched to the border, peaceful people in Israel marched to that same wall!  And all around the world at roughly the same time, people held 130 solidarity actions that focused world attention on the plight of the Palestinians in Gaza. 
 Arabs and Jews marched on the Erez crossing between Israel and Gaza; there were rallies in Bethlehem and Ramallah on the West Bank and in Tel Aviv.  People marched across the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, they flew kites for Gaza in Afghanistan, they held a candlelight vigil on the Bundesplatz in Bern. From Australia to South Korea to Japan, the world community cried: “Free Gaza; Lift the Siege.”  The report backs – with photos, videos and news links – are quite inspiring.

Amira Hass continued her piece as follows:

After the march, the guests voiced protests to some of the official Palestinian organizers. “We came to demonstrate against the siege, and we found that we ourselves were under siege,” they said. Their variegation and the transparency of their behavior did not suit the military discipline the official hosts tried to impose. The officials listened, and after the reins were loosened a bit, I set out to visit the homes of friends.

There people described the lingering fear from the Israeli onslaught. Saturday afternoon, at 11:30 A.M. – the time of the first aerial bombardments – remains today a sensitive hour for many children. Just as thunderstorms, or electricity failures (an everyday occurrence) or a persistent drone flying above cause anxiety and evoke nightmarish memories.

Some of the marchers were now allowed to go out on their own, with Gazan acquaintances they had previously known only via telephone and e-mail. Some, especially the Arabic-speakers, complained that “a shadow in the shape of a security man” continued to accompany them. In quick “safari” tours of bombed neighborhoods, through bus windows, they saw ruins that had not yet been cleared, like the complex of bombed-out government buildings that are still standing – ugly concrete skeletons with empty rooms and no walls, like screaming mouths.

That night after the march we were invited to ring in the New Year with Palestinian friends who had arranged a hip-hop concert.  We started the evening with a candlelight vigil – our delegation gathered with dozens of students and we rapidly distributed candles to all who wanted.  We lit one candle and then lit each other’s candles.  The young guys kept blowing their candles out and relighting them.  All the boys clamoured to take photos with us on cell phone cameras.  Mond and I stood on a garden wall and made a blessing for peace, an acknowledgement of the suffering of the past year, an affirmation of hope and friendship.  The vigil became a cypher circle of hip hop and then the bigger concert began.  We danced, shared stories, made new friends, and had a chance to speak on stage.  Hamas rushed us back to the hotel before midnight so we actually celebrated the countdown to the new year in a big circle in the hotel lobby.  Below is a photo of Palestinian hip-hop group, DARG Team who celebrated the emergence of 2010 with us.

Bearing Witness and Stuffing Backpacks

Though upon arrival in Gaza we were greeted by a very kind and articulate Hamas representative from the Ministry of Education, our overall experience with the Hamas government in Gaza was turbulent at best.  They watched our every move and tried whenever possible to restrict our movement and only show us what they wanted to see.  Most important to them seemed to be keeping us from talking with anyone.  But of course, we weaseled our ways out of their grasp and met with many people and groups.

The two days we spent in Gaza were a flurry of activity as everyone was trying to do, see, and connect as much as possible in our extremely limited time.  In Gaza we visited orphanages, refugee camps, fishermen, bombed out neighborhoods, human rights groups, the main hospital, families in their homes.  Because we had not scheduled itinerary, we invented the plans throughout the day, sending small delegations out to sites whenever a bus and guide were ready to go.  And on occasion Gazan activists came to us.  A professor came to the hotel and offered to lead a small group to visit NGOs and sites.  Two representatives of the Palestinian Center for Human Rights (PCHR) came to speak with us at the hotel and ended up giving the group a full evening presentation on their work.

The Hamas officials governing our agenda arranged for a soccer game between our delegation and the Gaza national team, Al-Jazeerah.  Our delegates were whisked away from their orphanage visit, much to many people’s dismay, and bused to a massive soccer stadium for the game.  We assembled a team with our white Gaza Freedom March shirts as a uniform, but once out on the field, half our players were told they could not play!  We were informed that it is against Palestinian “culture” to have women playing soccer with men.  Our team huddled, frustrated and unsure what to do next.  We ultimately decided to play two games – a shorter game with men from our delegation vs. the Gaza team, and then a co-ed match between us internationals.  We also told the government officials that if we were going to take the women off the field, our team would be at a serious disadvantage, and thus needed a 2-point starting lead.  A few chuckles and the negotiation was over, and then a long ceremony thanking us for coming to Gaza commenced.

We were each given wool scarves with a kefiya and Palestinian flag design.  We were given the mike to speak and Nuha Masri, a young feisty Palestinian-American student from UC Berkeley, spoke articulately, describing our delegation, our reason for coming to Gaza, our desire to help lift the siege, and our hope that next time we returned to Gaza, women and men would play soccer together!  The ball was soon in the air and after 35 minutes Al-Jazeera declared victory, 3-2.

Our delegation took a fishing boat out on the open waters, where we could make out Israeli ships in the distance, encroaching day by day closer in on waters that used to be free fishing areas for the Palestinian fishermen.  I was shocked to learn how much smaller the Gaza fishing zone had gotten in recent years.  GFM delegate Sharat Lin wrote an excellent piece about this recently.

All in all, we delivered humanitarian aid, marched with Palestinians, witnessed the devastation, met with local groups and brought back their stories.

Shattered Glass, Creating Hope

“I have come to rebuild what has been shattered.  To rebuild love.” – Thich Nhat Hahn

When asking, “Why Gaza?” GFM delegate Kathleen Crocetti responded like this:

Why Gaza? This past summer I went to the CODEPINK Peace Conference in Cambria. Medea Benjamin told the story of one of her visits to Gaza, it went something like this: A destitute Palestinian woman living in a tent invited Medea in for tea and told her that she had a souvenir from the USA. When Medea asked to see it she was shown a piece of the shrapnel that destroyed this woman’s house and killed her husband and children. Stamped right on the twisted chard of metal was “Made in the USA”.  It could have said “Sent by Kathleen” and I would not have felt any worse.  Later when Medea asked me if I would go to Gaza and make a memorial for them I did not have to think twice about it. Yes, I’m going.

Kathleen is a community artist, activist and teacher in Watsonville, California.  She approached the creation of the memorial with reverence for the process of co-creation across the borders, and spent a lot of time – and email exchanges – going back and forth with artists in Gaza and basing her design on an image from PCHR.  Read her account of the artistic process here.

The final image was of a diverse group of freedom marchers underneath a starry sky, 1,400 stars, to be exact, one for each Palestinian killed during Operation Cast Lead.  Once the design for the large mosaic was firm, Kathleen and dozens of other artist friends in the Santa Cruz area set to work piecing it all together.  Kathleen based her piece on a poem by Palestinian-American poet Naomi Shahib-Nye which goes like this:

My Grandmother in the Stars

It is possible we will not meet again
on earth. To think this fills my throat
with dust. Then there is only the sky
tying the universe together.

Where we live in the world
is never one place. Our hearts,
those dogged mirrors, keep flashing us
moons before we are ready for them.
You and I on a roof at sunset,
our two languages adrift,
heart saying, Take this home with you,
never again,
and only memory making us rich.

After reading this poem, I became instantly moved by Kathleen’s particular contribution to the march, namely for two reasons: In 2009, almost immediately after Operation Cast Lead, my own grandmother died, leaving behind a trail of family bitterness, pieces of incomplete stories from her life in Holland and Missouri, and memories of crafty moments from my childhood.  Secondly, the way I survived a home in which dishware, wine bottles, and fine china were routinely hurled across the kitchen and smashed into smithereens amidst episodes of drunkenness, was to learn how to make mosaics, piecing the tiny shards together to make beautiful vases and spiraled tiles, creating from the rubble.  The idea of this type of transformative art writ large moved me to tears.

Of course Kathleen could not be content just bringing a massive mural to Gaza.  She also had her middle school students make pencil cases with red, green, and black duct tape for kids in Gaza.  Into each one the American students put a letter to a Palestinian student and inserted their school photo.  When we later stuffed the backpacks with school supplies for kids in the refugee camps, we read some of these little stories out loud – each one sweet and moving.  (In the above photo Les reads some of the letters from American kids to kids in Gaza as we assembled the backpacks).

Kathleen’s journey to bring these artistic gifts to Gaza was not easy.  She had been one of the early delegates to depart for Al-Arish, where she, her husband, Bill, and the glass mural were held hostage for days, under hotel arrest.  Finally she and Bill were able to board the buses for Gaza along with about twenty other delegates who were camped out, and stuck, in Al-Arish, and Kathleen’s mural made it into Gaza.  As Ariel pointed out, “Glass entering Gaza is a small miracle considering Israel will not allow glass in and many houses remain windowless. For a while Israel would not even allow pasta in (because you know, you might make a bomb out of pasta). And yet people got creative and with so little they create so much smuggling goods in through tunnels; every bottle of water I bought still had dirt on it.”

Once we were in Gaza, Kathleen immediately went to work to install the mural on the whitewash wall outside the main university in Gaza City.  She discovered that part of the Arabic translation of the poem was incorrect and had to redo that section late at night.  Hamas security guards were ordered to sit up with us until all were asleep, and so forced to sit with this artist in the wee hours of the night, they started to help her piece it together.  During the daylight hours Kathleen was supported by any number of Gazan passersby who stopped to talk and help.  Someone even volunteered to paint the text of the full poem on the sides of the mural.

One day I went to get lunch for Kathleen and the mural crew.  I asked a taxi driver where his favorite place was and we drove all the way across town to a small falafel and shwarma shop.  I ordered several sandwiches, fries, and an assortment of the kinds of Mediterranean salads that I grew up eating.  I asked the cook, Mohammad, where he was from and he said, “I’m a New Yorker!”  He then told me his life story: He grew up in Gaza and then emigrated to Canada where he got a work permit and a girlfriend.  At his girlfriend’s request, he moved to New York City where, in 2001, he was living in his own apartment, had a car, and worked in construction at a good paying job.  In fact, he lived on 125th Street in Manhattan, right around the corner from where my apartment was in 2001.  Effectively, I had just met a former neighbor, in Gaza.  After the 9/11 attack, when Islamophobia was on the rise and people were staring to get suspicious of each other, a neighbor phoned ICE and reported Mohammad.  He had some issues with his work visa and because of this he was sent to prison for six years.  After that he was sentenced to be deported, and was flown on a private plane (austensibly for security reasons) back to Jordan, from which he was taken to Gaza and now remains.  He said he is still fighting the charges with the US government and hopes to win his case.  There are thousands of other innocent people just like Mohammad facing similar charges and deportation.  This is one of the great gifts of any war on “-ism”; just as McCarthy’s policies turned against anyone who fit the communist stereotype, so too the Bush doctrine hardens hearts against those who seem to fit the terrorist stereotype, leading to rampant racism and almost unchecked violations of basic rights and democracy.

So there I was in Gaza face-to-face with my former neighbor who had been incarcerated by my own government and then shipped back to an even larger prison, which was effectively also run by my tax dollars.  If I were him, I may want to strangle me.  But instead he smiled and said how happy he was to meet a fellow New Yorker, and gave me his email address to stay in touch, along with my hot sandwiches and fries, and a hefty discount because he admired the peace work we were doing.  I protested the discount but out of respect ultimately accepted.  Sometimes the kindness of people is just overwhelming.

As we zoomed out of town on that final hectic morning in Gaza, we caught a glimpse of Kathleen’s mural.  It was a bright highlight amidst the grey and rubble, and was at least one project that came to full fruition and totally co-created in solidarity.  When Kathleen returned home she resumed teaching at Mission Middle School and sharing with her community the tales of the trip, which appeared in her local newspaper as well.

Cultivating Seeds of Peace

Ariel managed to evade the Hamas security and journeyed to visit former campers she knew from Seeds of Peace, a camp in Maine that brings together kids from conflict regions for reconciliation and peace games ever summer.  Ariel used to run their ropes course, teaching kids to trust in each other even if their families and societies taught them to hate one another.  Now that trust was bringing her at last to the homes of some of the kids she had known halfway across the world.  Here is her account of her visit:

This is the story of my meeting with my camper Mohammed Bashir. He comes to meet me at the mosaic project we are making in Gaza City, tiny pieces of glass being placed together a design created by people in Gaza and people in California.  Mohammed is skinny, 17. He looks at me. Doesn’t blink. Says, “Are you busy?”  I say, “No, I am here to see you.”

Without pause he says my father died.  Khalil Bashir at 52 is no more.  Khalil Bashir survived being shot in the back of the head by Israeli soldiers in April 2001.  Khalil Bashir taught his family to believe in peace despite having their house directly occupied by Israeli soldiers for five years.  Khalil Bashir, whose other two sons were shot, one in his back by the base of his spine and one in his leg, is alive no more.

I am stunned.  I never met the man. I had seen videos and photos and knew that Khalil was the headmaster of a German-financed school in Deir Al-Balah, Gaza. I knew he was well loved and a true peaceworker. I was looking forward to meeting him.

I had heard the story from both Mohammed and his brother Yusuf about their home and their land being taken over by soldiers. It is one thing to hear and another to see.  Mohammed and I got in a taxi (escaping the watchful eye of Hamas who wanted us to always remain with the group) and headed to his neighborhood. When I got out of the taxi I was shocked to see a building grey in color with the two top floors blown out, no windows, barbed wire at the top and Mohammed says, “This is my home.”  This is the house that his father built, land that his grandfather lived on.

I think of the home I grew up in, in Long Island – neat grass, beautiful windows, warmth and ease, next to countless other similar looking homes in a safe neighborhood with drinkable tap water and grocery stores a short walk away.
Here in Gaza in this neighborhood called Deir Al-Balah there seems to be nothing. Silence. Emptiness. And this pit in my stomach was growling, asking, “Could this really be his home?”

I remember Mohammed telling me that during the invasion a year ago he couldn’t shower and there was little food to eat. I think of myself at 17 hanging out with friends and going to parties – the water flowing from taps across America and the food that comes in from all over the world that I buy with ease in supermarkets. And here Mohammed at 17 has to worry about his family, where food will come from, and how to deal with years of abuse from Israeli soldiers. At 17, he and his twin sister share an ongoing trauma of PTSD. The soldiers might have left their house in 2006, but their childhood was filled with weapons and bullets and never feeling safe in their own home. Their solace was their father, who through all of it stayed peaceful, non-violent, and courageous, who taught his children to love even when things seem impossible, who taught his family to give when there is so little.

And now their house is missing this key figure of love, in his place thousands of letters piled up from peace activists and friends, co-workers and family sharing grief and thanks.

Mohammed’s mother welcomes me, creates a huge meal; when they have so little she shares so much.  She serves maqluba, lebna (my favorite), home made grapefruit jam (which in the morning she packs up and gives to me), pita, olives, and more love than possibly imaginable amongst so much grief. She and her children are so open, so willing to accept me. And here I am a Jewish American woman originally from New York. Part of my identity is responsible for the pain they have suffered and they welcome me and feed me and share with me. This world continues to amaze me and I am deeply inspired by the Bashir family.

In 2001, Israel declared ownership of part of the Bashir’s family home and their surrounding land. This is the complexity of war. At once your land, your Grandfather’s house, your house, your farm can be deemed someone else’s. The Kfar Darom Israeli settlement, the neighbors to the Bashir family, viewed the Bashir home as a threat and the Israeli military viewed it as a strategic location to continue an ongoing occupation. Standing in their home still ravaged from war I thought back to the 2006 media coverage of the Israeli disengagement of the settlements and I realized this house was in all those video shots. The military was standing on the roof of this very home. This home with my gentle camper and his loving mother was taken by force for five years.

I almost feel like I need to repeat that over and over again because in my world that seems so unreal, so implausible. But in this world, here in Gaza this is reality. This is true and very real for the Bashir family and the affects of occupation, war, and now border restriction are what people in Gaza have become used to. And the young Israeli soldiers like the young Egyptians who tried to stop me from entering Gaza are people, as hard as that is to remember sometimes. Behind their armor, their guns, their camouflage, their yelling, they are people. People taught to be afraid, taught to fight, taught to shoot, and taught that taking over someone else’s home to “secure” another group of people is justified and somehow moral.

When Mohammed was eight years old, he was told that he and his six other siblings, mother, and father would be forced to live all together in the small living room while soldiers would use the rest of his house as a military base. If he or anyone in his family wanted to use the toilet, a soldier would be coming with them. They were forbidden to go to the top two floors of their own home. They became familiar with a series of different weapons and with facing gun wounds and terror all the time.

I’ll interject for a moment here to say that upon reading this part of Ariel’s writing on Mohammed’s story, I couldn’t help but see images of my own grandmother.  In the late 1930s the Nazis came to Holland and decided that my grandmother’s family’s big, beautiful home was a necessary strategic spot for their men.  So they moved my grandma and her family into the root cellar and moved their men into the house.  My grandmother did not get enough to eat and did not see the sun so she suffered many ailments and would experience trauma for the rest of her life after the war.  My grandmother, too, was forbidden from going to the top floors of her own home.  She too became familiar with a series of different weapon sounds, and with the heavy boots of soldiers marching overhead, and with terror all the time.  Back to Ariel’s account:

During my visit, I shared a room with Mohammed’s twin sister; at 17 years old it’s clear this childhood trauma is still with her.  We stay up late at night – tears and words, the light on. The soldiers are gone, but their barbed wire, weapons, and put-downs remain. For five years their family lived this way, one small room and soldiers occupying their house protecting the settlers while stealing Mohammad’s childhood. And still his father told his children to love their neighbors and to believe peace is possible.

Mohammed’s family has had their house returned to them, windowless and bombed out. The soldiers are gone and they are free to call the whole three floors home. But what is home when you never feel safe and by the time your oppressor leaves you do not have the money to re-create what your father built? What is home when half your family lives so far away and you are not free to leave to see them? What is home when there are no opportunities awaiting you? What is being 17 when there is no higher education to look forward to, no parties to attend, and no father to smile at you in the morning and remind you to keep being strong and to keep believing in peace?

Mohammed’s other three brothers and sister have joined the diaspora, like my ancestors years ago leaving pogroms and escaping near-death, never looking back, never returning to these parts of Europe later we won’t claim as home. Mohammed’s siblings cannot return to Gaza, cannot attend his fathers funeral. Mohammad’s mother has not seen these four children in at least four years. They escaped to Germany and America, to study and to attempt to claim a real future. There is nothing in Gaza, no jobs, no money, no easy access to food; everything comes through tunnels, everything comes through pain; the olive trees and the lemon trees were long ago ripped up by Israeli bulldozers, the young children’s dreams ripped up night after night after night till all that remains is this tiny spec of hope, little shards of glass in Gaza City strewn together to become the stars and me on the beach collecting sea shells for my Grandmother.

There are a thousand words, a thousand pieces of shattered glass, a thousand bombed out windows
and me
In this place called Gaza
that we struggled so hard to enter
and a thousand people left in Egypt unable to enter this land
blocked off by Israel, blocked off by Egypt, blocked off by a world unwilling to look
unwilling to see the reality
which is complex layers stacked on layers
like the movement that arrived to work in solidarity to tear down the walls cross the border
and liberate Gaza.
Sometimes this conflict feels so complex that my head is exploding
and my heart is hurting and I’m left with only a simple vision:
the ocean crashing onto the sand in Gaza where I collect stones
and sea shells that I will later give to my 97 year-old Grandmother
who taught me to love and to know there is no other,
there is only us,
we are all the others.

Meanwhile in Cairo

The vast majority of marchers continued to protest in Egypt, including spirited protests at the Egyptian museum and the Israeli Embassy. On December 31st they attempted to march through Cairo – marches are illegal in Egypt – and managed to get only a few strides before they were surrounded by riot police.  They sat down and refused to leave, clobbering up traffic for hours.  Riot police responded more brutally than they had in days prior and many activists were beaten and dragged.  Ryan Fey, a law student from the Bay Area, was clubbed in the face by a policeman’s baton.  (Below is a photo of Ryan.)

I heard of these actions in Gaza only when I reached the newsroom of PressTV.  At their studio I sat down to do an interview and a screen in front of me showed the beatings in Cairo while the reporter, through a bug in my ear, asked me what it was like in Gaza.  My jaw was dropped open seeing my friends being beaten.  I stumbled to catch my breath and recall the war-torn reality outside the studio’s walls.  The Gaza Freedom March actions on the streets made international news and highlighted Egypt’s complicity with Israel in keeping the people of Gaza imprisoned.

Rabbi Lynn Gottlieb, whose teachings and Torah of Nonviolence are a mystic and practical gift to all spiritual traditions, helped to coordinate the Interfaith affinity group, and wrote the following about the actions in Cairo:

As the only rabbi present in Cairo for the entire GFM experience, I was honored to stand with hundreds of other activists from over forty nations, many of whom spoke to me of their commitment to oppose anti-semetism wherever it emerged. I spent ten days planning actions, protesting in the streets, talking about next steps, networking and envisioning. At one point, American Jews organized a protest in front of the Israeli Embassy which is fifteen stories above the street and visible only by the familiar blue and white flag.

I was asked to lead a Sabbath service. Jews, Muslims, Christians, Egyptians and internationals of all persuasions stood round a simple kiddish cup, Egyptian flat bread and candles. I invited participants to envision a world where everyone could find a seat at the table and eat, unafraid. We sang and prayed in Hebrew in public and I saw tears flow. Standing among the crowd was a man with a Palestinian father and a Sephardic Israeli mother. He wept in joy because, for one instant, the worlds of conflict stretching across the borders of his soul could dissolve in a single vision of unification and peace.

So may it be for all of us, Palestinian and Jew, living together on the same land in recognition of our common love for place and each other. Palestinians have the right to return to their own land, or receive just compensation.  Only a ’solution’ that ensures ‘the right to exist’ and universal human rights of all people living on the historic land of Israel/Palestine will suffice. The children of the future will see the world very differently than those of us living now. They will face new challenges and inherit a new sense of globalism, which hopefully strengthens the religious, cultural and national heritage of both Palestinians and Israelis in a renewed culture of peace. It is up to us to prepare the way.

The South African delegation to the Gaza Freedom March initiated the Cairo Declaration, a call for a global movement for Palestinian rights, focusing on Boycott Divestment and Sanctions (BDS), the prosecution of Israeli war criminals and the implementation of the Goldstone Report.

It was a rough week for the activists in Cairo—battling Egyptian police on the streets, getting rebuffed by our own embassies, joining the hunger strike, facing an Egyptian offer of allowing only 100 people into Gaza.  The unexpected challenge of being prohibited from convening a meeting of all the delegates, coupled with the lack of continuous access to communications such as phone and email, made gathering affinity groups and the whole delegation together a struggle.  And in Gaza we again faced the challenges imposed by the Hamas government, the lack of scheduling preparations, and the issue of distributing a truckload of aid to the correct places with only 48 hours.

But we pulled through and came together.  The day after the Gaza delegation returned to Cairo we held report-backs to fill each other in on what had happened on both sides of Rafah.  The Gaza report-backs were received well and led to stimulating conversations about next steps.  And then before we could catch a wink of sleep, we were packing up banners, sorting through the lost and found, and closing up shop at the Lotus Hotel.

Ariel and I departed late that night and took an all-night bus across the Sinai to the coastal town of Dahab alongside the Red Sea.  The next night we made a pilgrimage to Mt. Sinai, and at one in the morning, we began our ascent to the Biblical mountain’s peak.  Stopping only for small cups of hot sweet Bedouin tea, we wound around the camel trail and up the final ascent of 750 stone stairs, arriving at the top well before sunrise.  Then we shivered and waited in the cold, crisp air on what seemed like the edge of the world, until the giant orb of sun arose.  Light slipped out of the horizon and slowly drenched the desert mountain range in shades of pink and orange.  Ariel was divinely inspired and wrote a new list of ten commandments, including “Love your neighbor as they want to be loved.”

I felt as if I could have stayed in the perfect stillness of the mountaintop at sunrise forever, but the cold edged in and it was time to descend.  Somehow through buses and minivans and my getting food poisoning and super stomach sick we made it back to Cairo.  On our way to the airport that final morning we asked the taxi driver to take us by the pyramids, but all we saw was the faint outline of the Sphinx teasing us through the deep haze.  It was a cruel mirage to the experience of the Gaza Freedom March: coming so close to the destination, but being held back in a fog of confusion and repression.

A few other marchers were able to make it into Gaza in the early days of January after the GFM was officially over.  Nitin Sawheny, who was admitted via the Indian Embassy because he has Indian citizenship, chronicled his trip in Gaza, including meetings with wounded children and with the Viva Palestina convoy, and a visit to a strawberry farmer’s fields, here.  Others remained in Cairo or camped outside the Rafah border for days, weeks, and were unable to get in, as Pam Rassmusen documented in her blog.

Coming Home

When I stepped off the plane into New York City’s JFK airport, the customs agents for a brief moment blurred to look like the gates to Nirvana.  I actually relished being back in the USA, where, I imagined, I would soon be attending candlelight vigils without being caged by riot police for hours!  In my sleep-deprived state, it seemed that clean air, fresh vegetables, and a steady internet connection all awaited me beyond the customs desks like gleaming treasures at the end of a rainbow.  What really awaited me was a young thief who robbed me of my cell phone as I rode the train from the airport into Brooklyn.  “Welcome back to NYC.  Don’t get too excited about America just yet,” the city seemed to say.

And indeed it was true.  While I did appreciate being home where I could speak the common language, have my “freedom of assembly” back, and eat raw salad without fear of barfing, I became keenly aware of the political reality of my country.  Once Congress returned from the winter recess, the attacks on Judge Goldstone continued. ( A little background on this report: The United Nations commissioned an investigation, led by eminent South African judge Richard Goldstone. The meticulous 575-page Goldstone Report was released in September 2009. It criticized Hamas, but because of the disproportionate Israeli force, the report focused on Israeli actions:  the indiscriminate use of firepower; deliberate attacks on civilians and civilian structures, including hospitals, schools, mosques, water and sewage plants, and rescue vehicles; the use of white phosphorus munitions in residential areas; use of human shields; abusive treatment of detainees; the imposition of a blockade on Gaza before and after the attack itself. The report concluded that Israel committed war crimes, possibly even crimes against humanity.  Israel politicians dismissed the report as one-sided. So did the US politicians, including UN ambassador Susan Rice, who called it “unbalanced, one-sided and basically unacceptable.” The US rejection of the report meant that the case would not be sent to the International Criminal Court, as Judge Goldstone had recommended.)

But the news wasn’t all doom and gloom.  54 Congressional Representatives signed onto a letter to President Obama that was coauthored by Congressman Jim McDermott and Congressman Keith Ellison which criticizes Israel’s blockade of Gaza as “de facto collective punishment” leading to the “unabated suffering of Gazan civilians.” The letter addresses all aspects related to the siege of Gaza, including movement of people and access to clean water, food, medicines, commercial and agricultural goods, construction materials, and fuel.  It was sent to President Obama during the week of January 18. A year ago, while the bombs paid for with US taxdollars were raining down on innocent Palestinians, the US Congress passed a resolution “recognizing Israel’s right to defend itself against attacks from Gaza.” Only 5 members of Congress voted against the resolution.  Slowly but surely, beltway politics is catching onto this atrocity and stepping out to take a stand.  11 of the 54 cosigning representatives on the McDermott-Ellison letter are from districts in my home state, California (though I was disheartened to learn that my own Congresswoman, Anna Eshoo, who I met with personally in DC after the march, did not sign onto the letter).

I feel proud to live in California where the movement for justice with Palestine is thriving.  San Francisco is home to several national organizations doing excellent work on the issue, including the Middle East Children’s Alliance, Jewish Voice for Peace, the Free Gaza Movement, Interfaith Peace Builders, Global Exchange, and CODEPINK, among others.  43 Bay Area residents joined the Gaza Freedom March, including many students from UC Berkeley.

On December 31 there was a solidarity march across the Golden Gate Bridge that organizers expected, given the holiday date and poor weather, would draw about 100 people.  The police reported over 500 in attendance, spanning the length of the bridge with signs, chants, and a spirit that uplifted residents and soared directly to Gaza.  In October of 2009 when former Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert came to speak at the World Affairs Council in San Francisco, 22 activists, including myself, were arrested for attempting a citizen’s arrest of Olmert and effectively shutting down much of his talk by speaking the truth and holding up the Goldstone report.  The Youtube of the action has been seen by over 100,000 people.  So, undoubtedly my hometown region will continue to be a hotbed of activism for justice in Palestine.

When I returned home, my coworkers, friends, and parents all had the same question, “How was Gaza?” “Oh, lovely,” I wanted to reply, “Just a Mediterranean seaside paradise with Biblical beauty surrounded by steel walls and AK47s.”  I struggled with how to describe the past two weeks of travel, from the streets of Cairo to the refugee camps and orphanages in Gaza.  I came up with the one-word response, “Intense,” and succumbed to admitting for the first time in my life that I was human enough to feel jetlag.  I slept 13 hours for several nights one week.  Alice Walker wrote in her piece about Gaza, “I have been, once again, struggling to speak about an atrocity.”  So too I have been grappling with how to write about this journey.   What has resulted is this long, somewhat clumsy and very personal piece of writing, in which I’ve attempted to highlight some of the herstory behind the march, infused with my own story, and tried to link to some of the best pieces I’ve read so far from trip participants.

All of these photos are Gaza – the beautiful sunsets, the people living in tents a year after having their homes demolished, the rubble that cannot be rebuilt because no building supplies can get through, the resilience of people determined to work for justice and create art even under attack.

1,362 delegates were involved in the march, and countless others were touched when you think of each person’s family, faith group, community, and all the people who read their blogs and news articles – each one of these people has their own story of what happened.  1,400 people in Gaza died one year ago, each with her or his own story, and families, and communities, but we will never know each person’s story or what could have become of their lives.  As Rabbi Lynn Gottlieb wrote, “Operation Cast Lead was a massacre filled with thousands of heart breaking stories. Each of the 1400 persons killed represents an entire world.”

Devi Kistnasamy, a marcher from Mauritius wrote, “The mere fact of 1,400 people going to Gaza in order to contribute to breaking the siege shows the real will of people to act against the Israeli domination of Palestine. The difficulties of making decisions in changing circumstances, however, highlight the limits of civil society type actions.” Though not all marchers made it into Gaza, the action contributed to building opposition to the Israeli siege, and to exposing the role of the Egyptian State in the siege.

After some reflection and debriefs, the successes of the Gaza Freedom March shine like that bright sunlight that rose to greet us atop Mt. Sinai.  We Gaza Freedom Marchers can be proud of our many accomplishments, which include, as summarized by Medea in her interview on The Real News, the following:

By focusing worldwide attention on the siege, we lifted the spirits of the isolated people of Gaza. Mohammed Omer wrote to us from Gaza to say, “For us, a population of 1.6 million being imprisoned and starved, the gratitude we express to you, the Gaza freedom marchers, is immense. Thank you all from the depth of our hearts!”
We put the spotlight on the negative role Egypt is playing in maintaining the siege and we put pressure on the highest levels of the Egyptian government. “Your presence in Egypt was like an earthquake,” said Suzanne, an Egyptian student. “You did more good politically by protesting in Egypt than you could have ever done in Gaza.” Check out the hundreds of press hits on the march from dailies around the world!

We connected with Egyptian lawyers and activists who are protesting the underground wall Egypt is building, with U.S. help, to close the tunnels along the Rafah border that are the commercial lifeline for people living in Gaza. We held a rally outside the courthouse where a lawsuit against the government was being filed. The lawsuit says that the wall violates international and Egyptian law because it will deprive the people of Gaza of food, water and medicine, the right of refuge and freedom of movement. Many of us scrambled through the web of the Egyptian bureaucracy to become temporary residents so that we would have standing as plaintiffs. In total 250 Egyptian and foreign activists filed the lawsuit against President Mubarak, Prime Minister Ahmed Nazif and Ministers of the Interior and Foreign Affairs. “Even semi-constructed, the Egypt-Gaza wall, like other barriers around the world, is a visible and dramatic symbol — an embodiment of Egypt’s policy and a lightning rod for opposition,” wrote Ursula Lindsey in an excellent piece on the GFM and the steel wall under for Middle East Report On-Line.

We forced the Egyptian government to make a concession by letting 100 delegates into Gaza. That delegation took in tens of thousands of dollars in humanitarian aid, allowed Palestinians to see long-lost family members, recorded stories they will disseminate broadly, and put up a stunning mosaic memorial, created by muralist Kathleen Crocetti, in a central location in Gaza City in the name of the international community.
 View the photos of the Women’s Contingent in action and the whole Gaza Freedom March and solidarity actions from photographers around the world!  Plus see marcher Angela Sevin’s moving slideshow here.

We supported young activists to get engaged in the issue and travel to the march.  CODEPINK helped fundraise for 21 American students to go on the march, and over 100 US students joined together in Cairo.  As one news source reported, “The future of the movement is in good hands. Jenna Bitar is a high school senior in New York City who joined the March with her mother and brother. She still has braces on her teeth, but her speech was bold and eloquent, with stories of her success fooling the Egyptian police and of the violence she witnessed on the streets of Cairo and the Gaza Strip. The task, for her, was ‘to make some noise’ for all the world to hear.”

Finally, we reinvigorated our own determination to keep working to lift the siege! A new international network formed that will coordinate future work and, initiated by the South African delegation, the Gaza Freedom March committee and various members drafted the Cairo Declaration. It outlines a program for moving forward, including boycott, divestment and sanctions (BDS), the prosecution of Israeli war criminals and the implementation of the Goldstone Report.  I found it beyond random chance that I first heard about the march en route to my first exposure of corporate profit from Israeli occupation, and one of the main outcomes of the march is to turn up the heat on the boycott tactic.  Coming full circle, the relevance of CODEPINK’s boycott of Ahava, called Stolen Beauty, has never seemed more important.

Our friends in Gaza, who I hear from now often over facebook and email, long for a normal life, unencumbered by the siege and constant fear of bombings. They know that there is very little chance that their voices will be heard in the halls of powerful governing bodies. But we can and must join our voices with theirs. We can and must build a stronger worldwide movement to end the siege and ensure that all people in the region can leave in peace and dignity.

Ariel wrote this beautifully:

There is a lighthouse in Gaza, this small shimmering of hope and from the smallest spark comes the largest fire.
There are fisherman who can’t go more than 3 miles out because Israeli guards are in border boats waiting with guns
and there are young Israelis in boats waiting and shaking confused and afraid, told their neighbors are the enemy
because rockets have hit Sderot
and there are men in high places with fish on their table making policies that don’t benefit the soldier or the fisherman
and the cycle continues
those on the ground battling each other
while others get richer and profit from this hell
I am ready to meet in the field out beyond right and wrong
I am ready to heal our wounds
share our bread
and figure out how to stop this machine.

I am ready to become the lighthouse and the biggest lesson I learned in Gaza is that one person alone cannot be the lighthouse. We need each other. We need community to have a vision of peace. We cannot end the siege if we do not have a creative beautiful replacement. If we only aim to end wars we end up with corrupt and violent governments in power. If we vision for peace and community we end up using our skills to create a world we want to live in. I am ready and I am asking all of you to join me, always.

Peace will not come until Palestinians enjoy the rights that they deserve, not simply the pittances Israel and the international community have so far offered to provide.  We must remember that beyond the politics and the emotions that run hot on this issue, there is the reality of real human life, and in the case of Gaza, the lives of children.  As Ali Abunimah said, “The war against the Gaza Strip is a war against children, as 52 percent of people there are under 18.”

It is impossible for most of us to imagine what living under siege and war is like, but the personal stories we heard in Gaza paint the chilling picture, stories like this one from Khulood Ghanem, a Gaza resident who is 27 years old, like me, who wrote in her diary:

December 27, 2008, 11:45am. I was walking in the street when I heard the first rocket, the second and the third. I saw the military planes low down in the sky. The sound of bombs and explosions was horrible, the ground was moving up and down. Children were getting out of school, shouting, running everywhere. The streets became crowded with ambulances.

I started to run away, but where to? I was scared and started to lose consciousness. I walked a lot till I felt sick. I was worried about my family, sisters, brothers, friends. I said: It is not a joke, it is a real. The war has started.

Any one of us could have been born in Gaza, could be Khulood, and it is this recognition of kinship to the people everywhere suffering under oppression and occupation that compels us to act for freedom.  As the Aboriginal activists in Queensland say, “If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.” And as Alice Walker says in her stunning essay on Gaza that reflects on the South African anti-apartheid struggle, our fate is intertwined with fate of the Palestinians. As global citizens, “allowing freedom to others brings freedom to ourselves.” Onwards for collective liberation that transcends borders, opens hearts, and rekindles the human spirit of dignity and love!

“Lift the siege of Gaza and then you’ll see a flowering of democracy inside Gaza.”  ~ Medea Benjamin

Rae Abileah is the roseroots coordinator at CODEPINK Women for Peace. She lives in San Francisco, CA, and can be reached at rae[at]codepinkalert.org.

Van Jones is the voice of justice in the environmental movement, and since resigning from the White House Council on Environmental Quality last fall, Van is really turning up the heat on cooling the planet while ensuring jobs and justice for those who need it most. This past week Van appeared on the Tavis Smiley show and was the keynote speaker at The Dream in Action, a launch event for the brand-new Green Youth Media & Arts Center in Oakland, CA (check it out here). The center is one of the first arts and multimedia centers dedicated to both ecological awareness, as well as artistic and professional development for underserved youth in the nation. What better way to counter the predatory tactics of military recruiters and violence at home than to provide youth resources and tools for action at home?! This month the organization Van founded, Green for All, will go on tour with the Black Eyed Peas! Give peas a chance and green jobs too.  And this week Van received top honors at the NAACP Image Awards!

CODEPINK cofounder Jodie Evans said after a recent meeting with Van, “Van Jones continues to model the leadership we need in America – to stop creating enemies of each other and instead have a common purpose and responsibility. To us at CODEPINK Van is the embodiment of justice and peace!”

Tim Carpenter, the National Director at Progressive Democrats of America, captured our hearts (and stomachs) with the creation of Brown Bag Lunch Vigils, the latest and greatest in PDA’s Healthcare not Warfare campaign. The idea is simple: bring your lunch to your Congressperson’s office and hold vigil with a clear message – redirect our financial resources away from wars and occupation and into healthcare for all instead. Or put it this way: Conserve our tax dollars and bag the war. On February 17 over 60 vigils occurred around the country. Check out Tim’s “lunchtime” photo gallery which includes CODEPINKer Kelly from Mississippi and CODEPINKers in Detroit, where the vigil has doubled from month to month in size – way to go Detroit. Rock on Tim.

Ali Abunimah is not only a brilliant analyst, but is committed to building the movement for Justice for Palestine and promoting strategies that work. Journalist, author and co-founder of Electronic Intifada, Ali was one of the 1,400 activists from around the world who gathered in Cairo last month for the Gaza Freedom March. Though the march was blocked by Egyptian authorities (at the request of Israel and the US) activists managed to organize many powerful solidarity actions in Egypt.

In October, 2009, Ali and his team at EI! put together a youtube video of a San Francisco action to arrest Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert overnight – this month we’re excited to report that the video has been seen by over 100,000 people!

Hear Ali speak on “How We Can Complete the Gaza Freedom March” this Sunday night, 2/28, in Berkeley at an event organized by the Middle East Children’s Alliance.

Update on a man we love from last week:
Last week we shared with you our ♥ for CODEPINK activist and all around awesome guy, Tighe Barry. This week Tighe spoke out in a Senate Armed Services hearing about Blackwater and a former Blackwater employee threatened to kill him! Holy smoke. Read the whole story and watch the video here.

Have a man for peace you love? Post it in the comments section below! Who knows…they may show up in our next edition!

♥♥♥,

Rae & Dana

Check out the video by the Women’s Media Center as they honor the visionary women making waves at the 2010 Academy Awards!

And another cultural institution (finally) honoring more women is the 2010 Whitney Biennial in NYC. This year half of the featured artists are women, which sets a completely new precedent for the Whitney Museum of American Art’s infamous exhibit.

San Diego is home to defense contractors General Atomics Aeronautical Systems and Northrop Grumman, the world’s largest and leading manufacturers of drones. General Atomics builds the Predator and Reaper drones. Northrop Grumman provides the software for a similar aircraft, the Global Hawk spy drone.

These remotely controlled vehicles come with a hefty price tag — Predator and Reaper’s range between $4-$12 million and the Global Hawk’s cost about $35 million. With their high tech sophistication, drones have become the weapon of choice in fighting the U.S. occupations. More than 7000 drones are ready to prowl the skies over Afghanistan and Iraq. The demand for drone surveillance and strikes has increased through the request of Secretary of Defense Robert Gates for $112.9 million in the next $708 billion defense bill. Last year, U.S. tax payers paid $489 million for 24 new Reaper drones and $554 million for the Global Hawk drones in the 2010 defense bill.

San Diego residents can catch a glimpse of the Predator and Global Hawk drones at the AeroSpace Museum, but those in Afghanistan and Pakistan are not likely to have such casual contact. Drones scout over the two countries launching Hellfire missiles onto intended targets. Since July 2009, there have been 89 drone strikes in Afghanistan. In the first two weeks of January, six drone strikes took place. The strikes have escalated under General Stanley McChrystal to prevent civilian casualties. Though with the latest U.S. and NATO assault in Marja, 16 innocent civilians have been killed; pointing out that U.S. military intervention in the region is not the way to bring real and sustainable change. In Pakistan, it may never be known how many civilians have died as a result of U.S. Predator and Reaper drone strikes, but there are estimates of hundreds of innocent bystanders who have perished in the attacks. Pakistani authorities released statistics indicating that in 2009, drone strikes had killed over 700 innocent civilians. January 2010 proved to be a deadly month with 123 innocent civilians killed. Latest reports, show that 18 missiles by eight drones killed 16 innocent people on February 2nd.

As many U.S. domestic programs suffer, drones and other unmanned aerial systems have taken a prominent role in the U.S. occupations and defense budgets with billions continuing to be directed toward research and development. Even though General Atomics and Northrop Grumman brought countless technical jobs into the community, San Diego along with many other cities has had their share of hardships. The civilian unemployment rate is at 10.1%; there are more than 160,000 San Diegans unemployed, and employers have lost roughly sixty thousand jobs. The school district is $87 million dollars in the red with threats of salary and program cuts. Over 7800 people live on the streets. According to Veterans Village of San Diego, 30-40% of San Diego County’s homeless are veterans.

San Diego is the number one county recipient of Department of Defense spending in the nation. The economy is overrun and overspent by defense contractors such as General Atomics Aeronautical Systems and Northrop Grumman. Drones in warfare are made for surveillance and strikes, and contribute nothing to the U.S. economy. Money for non-military related jobs, education, housing and health care could easily come from the millions spent per day on the U.S. occupations of Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Carol Jahnkow is the Executive Director of the Peace Resource Center of San Diego (http://www.prcsd.org/). Nancy Mancias is a CODEPINK activist and organizer who lives in San Francisco, CA. (www.codepinkalert.org)