Even in my own country, I am clearly not alone:
"NEVER FORGET WHERE YOU CAME FROM!!!!" [the comment made by the woman who sent it to the woman who sent it to me]
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"Walking Along Streets of Peace
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Jimmy Breslin
February 16, 2003
On streets of beauty, the warm people inched along or
stood and chanted and
laughed against a war and for peace and their warmth
made the winter
temperature irrelevant.
They were summer people in winter clothes.
They were the largest and happiest crowd seen in this
city maybe ever,
outside of a war's end in 1945.
There were fathers with children on their shoulders.
There were mothers
holding their young. There were kids walking alongside
their parents. There
were religious people everywhere.
And so many were young. Young students, young married,
young in a city that
belonged to the dreams and love and laughter of youth.
Do you want a life with thrills, years of
exhilaration? Come to New York.
Where yesterday they said they did not want war.
They said it with their presence and with the most
signs of my time in my
city. The signs were against war, and against George
W. Bush, who, for the
first time, was being heralded as a man who lost the
popular vote in this
country by 500,000.
Looking down Third Avenue and Second Avenue, as the
crowds came up to try to
get to the rear of the great crowd on First Avenue,
and then peering as far
down First Avenue as you could see, the size of
throngs caused you to tell
yourself, "maybe a million." Whatever it was, out on
the street it felt like
a million, and it was glorious. A news photographer I
know came along. "I've
been everyplace. I have to say a million." Because of
the Police
Department's reprehensible pens, the crowd was
separated so that there was
not one clear picture of an enormous group that would
cause politicians here
to faint.
The crowd so frightening was made of people who mostly
never had protested
before, who were too young for the Vietnam protests
and who cannot be
classified under any of the old words, "demonstrators"
or "anti-war,"
because they are new and they are real.
War may be a great favorite with a Texas Theocracy,
with a president who
speaks in the first person more than anybody we have
had in decades -- "I'm
sick and tired of waiting" -- and who calls on God to
bless the country as
if no other people made in the image and likeness of
God are alive on earth.
Only the sour people could permit innocent people to
be scared as close to
death as you could do it. "Get duct tape!" her
government told Kristin, a
friend of mine who lives in Washington. So she went
out and got duct tape,
which usually is mentioned in stories about bank
robbers using it to bound
and gag clerks.
Kristin taped the windows and door of her children's
room. She then said she
was ready for a gas attack. She failed to realize that
the attack would
leave her kids as orphans.
The crowd yesterday was herded into a mile of pens,
like the Omaha
stockyards. This was for security. The reason for
security was security.
On our streets of beauty yesterday, gladness was in
the place of arrogance
and meanness. The sole conflict I found, when I
arrived at 66th Street and
First Avenue, the closest I could get to the stage at
51th Street, a young
woman named Leslie Meenan was holding the hand of a
girl who said her name
was, as I spelled it, Camilla. She was 8.
"You're spelling it wrong," she said. "Only one 'l.'"
"You don't know how to spell your own name," I said.
"Yes, I do. You don't."
"She's right," a woman said. Her name was Cara
McCarthy and she was from
Bushwick, in Brooklyn. She teaches at PS 145.
Just ahead was Bob Stratton, who held his daughter,
Fia, age 3. He said he
was from Park Slope and he was in computer
development.
And now as you walked along the edge of one of these
pens, here was a line
of Catholic protests and then a group of
schoolteachers and then everything
seemed to be Jane Burcaw, in a good, warm and
fashionable hat holding a sign
that said, "No War."
"I made it last night," she said.
"Where do you live?"
"Bethlehem. I work at the Moravian Theological
Seminary. I got here at
10:30. I would've been much earlier if I had to."
The number of police and vehicles was unconscionable
in this area, blocks
away from the stage. The people were beautiful and the
overload of police
was irritating and deprived people of their rights.
Somewhere far downtown from where I was standing, they
had police horses on
Second Avenue and people there to protest were behind
the endless metal pens
and somewhere the cattle turned human and people were
arrested.
The mayor of this city and the police commissioner had
been spreading fear
in this city for many days. Their claims were
infuriating. "We know there is
something coming but we can't tell you." If they knew
it was coming and the
people who were doing it knew it was coming, then what
are you keeping a
secret for?
Bet me that they had the same kind of rumor that Colin
Powell tried to sell
at the UN, and on Friday he got carried out on a
shutter.
But this was only passing. What went on yesterday was
an enormous crowd that
turned cold sidewalks into beautiful gardens.
They were the nicest people I've ever been with.
Copyright (c) 2003, Newsday, Inc."
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