Detroit's Camp Casey
It is a beautiful thing, to put aside all of the other concerns and worries in your life and dedicate a few hours to sending a little spiritual healing out into the world from Camp Casey - Detroit. Thousands and thousands of people pass by, some stunned by our presence, some feigning offense (no one can really get behind the twisted and corrupt policies coming down on us from Washington), many truly thankful to see their own revulsion to the war being acted upon by their brothers and sisters in the streets.
The names, I hope I never forget these people. Willie, who sets off from time to time to ride the buses passing out flyers or bring the message to others on the street. Patricia, who is constantly smiling and reminding us that we should be too. Abayomi, the patient giant whose voice and heart could explain any problem away. Rob, who drove down from Ypsi with armfulls of white crosses to remember the reason we are there, to stop the killing.
We are all constantly reminding each other that while we stand this vigil, the people of Iraq are suffering intensely under the illegitmate policies of the United States. And along with the people of Palestine, and of Haiti, and of Columbia, and of Venezuela, we all hope that they day will come soon when this great country finally stops disgracing itself before the world. I have never been so ashamed to be an American in my life; but at the camp I see what makes this country capable of great things - it is in the hearts and minds of my sisters and brothers on the street.
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