She is aglow with love

This picture was taken years ago in a cottage up at Kings Bay at an Alternative New Year’s Eve celebration. Gil Marshall’s daughter Anya was speaking of how to bring about Peace, her hands emphasizing her fervent feelings. Sister Denise on the left and Jo on the right are listening carefully. But Peg is more than attentive; she has stopped her knitting and her rapt expression shows so much about her feelings for young people and kindred spirits. She is aglow with love, support, and admiration, as she so often was with so many of us.

Marybeth Sullivan

December 2007

Mcintire's active life recalled

Article published in the St. Augustine Record on June 2, 2008
See link

Obituary

Margery D. (Peg) McIntire quietly passed away on the night of May 29. Her son, Jo, and daughter-in-law, Sali, were by her side.

Born on October 2nd, 1910, raised in Woodmere, Long Island, Peg was a lively youngster, a good student and athlete at Woodmere Academy. She was also a talented pianist. She especially enjoyed accompanying her violinist mother, Hilda Stern Dallet, at temple, weddings and parties.

In the fall of 1927, Peg was granted a scholarship at Vassar College, which she abandoned in the middle of her junior year to marry writer Larry Goldstone. At that time, Vassar did not have male students, nor enroll married women. She transferred to Columbia University, but once again abandoned her studies, this time for a prolonged honeymoon in Torremolinos, Spain. While Larry wrote, Peg played chess on the beach, took odd jobs such as baby sitting and teaching English, and helped the local Rotary Club build a golf course to lure cruise ships to Malaga.

Peg's hero was her older brother, Joe. He abandoned his studies at Dartmouth College in the middle of his junior year. At the suggestion of Roger Baldwin, founder of ACLU, the American Civil Liberties Union, he transferred to the Highlander Folk School in Tennessee, to study the labor movement. Later he became an organizer for the fledgling CIO Steel Workers Union in Youngstown, Ohio. Angered by Generalissimo Franco's fascist regime in Spain, Joe joined the Abraham Lincoln Brigade, boarded ship, flew to Paris, but was arrested and jailed in Perpignon for nearly a month. He was finally released with orders to be out of France within 48 hours. Together with fellow inmates, he climbed the Pyrenees by night, met up with his unit, and, despite being a "political commissar," he moved to the front lines of battle and was killed in the famous Battle of the Ebro.

Joe's death was a catalyst in Peg's life. She and Larry left Spain and started anew in New Orleans. Peg was determined to do something that Joe would have done – or would have admired. After considerable searching, Peg was directed to a shabby YMCA meeting hall to hear Gordon McIntire talk about his efforts to organize a union of small farmers, tenant farmers and sharecroppers in Louisiana. Peg, 5'2", a city girl, fell in love with Gordon, 6'2", a country boy. Their courtship was not easy. Gordon developed TB. Peg carried on the Union work alone until her mother died in an auto accident and she was needed in NYC to care for her father. Six years later Peg and Gordon married. Gordon got a Masters Degree in Denver, while Peg worked for the National Youth Administration. They moved to Washington, DC, where Gordon worked for the Bureau of the Budget and Peg for the Office of Price Administration and as a freelance speech-writer for the NEA (National Education Association).

In 1948 Jil was born, in 1949 Jo. In 1952, Gordon was offered a transfer to the UN's Food and Agriculture Organization in Rome, Italy. The excited little family moved from their Georgetown home to a terraced sun-filled apartment in Rome. Jil and Jo went to a Montessori preschool, and were speaking Italian within a week. Peg learned kitchen Italian but later attended the Dante Alleghieri Language School for proper grammar and was given the opportunity of a lifetime - to become gofer, translator, private secretary, 24/7 assistant to Henry Hennigson, producer for MGM's giant film "Ben Hur". She got to work with the poet Christopher Fry, Gore Vidal, both Wilders, Charlton Heston, Michael Boyd, Martha Scott, and many others. Gordon was not so lucky.

Sen. Joe McCarthy provoked a five-year legal battle with the U.S. Government for Gordon. He was summarily and wrongly dismissed from his employment with the FAO. The passports of the entire family were taken away. Gordon fought back. There were hearings, depositions, findings and appeals at every level. Finally he was totally vindicated, and compensated for legal costs. His back pay was put into an escrow account in the U.S. where it eventually expired because, although the U.S. Embassy restored the passports, the family opted to stay in Italy and go into business. Their "empire" collaped with Gordon's sudden death from emphysema in 1969.

Jo and Sali brought Peg back to the U.S. in 1980. Another country, another life! The three immigrants settled in Saint Augustine. Always motivated, Peg quickly found fellow activists in NOW, Pax Christi and the statewide Florida Coalition for Peace & Justice. For 15 years she served as Treasurer for the Coalition and was the guru for its summer Peace Camps and music festivals. In 1985 in California, at a NOW conference, Peg met and was inspired by Barbara Weidner, founder of Grandmothers for Peace, Int'l. Upon returning to Florida, Peg founded an affiliate, called Grandparents for Peace, St. Augustine, which has some 100 members. Although primarily anti-nuke, anti-war, anti-violence, the organization recognizes the connection of violence with poverty, racism, homelessness, social and economic injustice, and supported individuals and organizations striving to improve social conditions, provide leadership, and generally creating a saner, safer, happier and healthier world. Peg has attended the last eight demonstrations at Fort Benning, GA, to close the notorious School of the Americas.

In 1999 Peg and other grannies protested the launch of NASA’s Cassini, carrying 72.5 lbs of radioactive plutonium, at Cape Canaveral. After serving 30 days in jail, she was hounded with questions like "what did they give you to eat? How often could you bathe? " Wanting to give people something more important to think about, she and Paul Archetko created an Earth Day event in Saint Augustine which has since become an annual affair.

Until the end of 2007 Peg worked at Susan Bradley’s candle shop. Peg and Susan also worked together creating the St. Augustine Youth Hostel and organizing the Toys for Tots program.

Peg was hospitalized for the first time in her life in 2007 with an intestinal problem. On the first day after leaving the rehab center, she made her way to the anti-war rally held that Saturday morning at the Bridge of Lions, co-sponsored by Grandparents for Peace, People for Peace & Justice, and Veterans for Peace. She ended 2007 participating as an invitee in the Council of Elders established by UNF's "Peace Awareness Week" together with her close friends Stetson Kennedy and John Linnehan.

In 2008 at the age of 97, Peg had to start cutting back on her activities after suffering a major heart attack. But she never gave up.

She was a voracious reader, an avid scrabble player, and a twice a week played at the Duplicate Bridge Club. She always attended the Gamble Rogers Festivals, rarely missed a concert at the pier, followed every tennis tournament on TV, campaigned for Senator Barak Obama, and always gave full support to her children, Jo and Sali.

Peg was born and raised Jewish, taught Christian Sunday School while living in Italy, joined the Center for Positive Living for a few years, and has been a long standing member of the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship.

During the past months, Peg received extraordinary care from Community Hospice, their doctor, nurses, aides, social workers and volunteers.

Peg had many friends and an incredible intergenerational support base. She will be missed for her blue eyes, her smile, her jokes, her vitality, her dedication to causes, her love for Chinese food, music, and red wine.

No flowers, please.
A donation may be sent to Community Hospice of NE Florida, 4266 Sunbeam Road, Jacksonville, FL 32257 or to the Global Network Against Weapons and Nuclear Power in Space, PO Box 652, Brunswick, Maine 04011.

Plans for a Memorial Service to be announced.

Peg is moving on . . .

Dear friends,

Peg returned from her Memorial Day demonstration with some chest pain. That evening she started collecting liquid in her lungs.

Over the next 24 hours we were able to dry up her lungs and eliminate that horrible breathing rumble . . .

But Peg is definitely closing down.

She has mentioned joining her husband and daughter. We regularly exchange last hugs several times each day. She is ready to go and looking forward to it. In the meantime, with the help of hospice, we are keeping her comfortable.

If you would like to spend a little time with her please feel welcome to come over to Ocean Gallery. If you can, please give us a call first.

Sali and I (jomcintire@bellsouth.net) are setting up a core group of folks to plan her memorial celebration. So far I have selected John Linnehan (metanoia1@earthlink.net 504-1004) from the Florida Peace and Justice Coalition, Dora Lovell (doralovell@aol.com 814-6417) from the local UU, Rabbi Mark Goldman (goldmanmark@bellsouth.net 794 4133) from Temple Bet Yam. Food is being coordinated by Annie Bobrowski (avbster@gmail.com 461 3188).

If you would like to work with this core group, please let them know.
The group is meeting at the UU at 17:00 on Tuesday June 3.

=================
Jo and Sali McIntire
Tel 904-461-3175
Cell 904-806-5077 and 806-1400

Death Certificate

Peg and Katherine Archer - coordinator of the musical component of the "Celebration of Peg's Life"

Hey!
As you know I walk in the mornings and take a photos of the sunrise. We always do 3 Sun Salutations with a brief prayer/meditation. Friday Morning we dedicated the Salutation to Peg. Attached is the photo I took right after the Salutation.
Hugs,
Tina

friends

Barbie and Annie



Laurie and John

Memorial Day '08

Dear GFP members and friends,

We will all be celebrating Memorial Day as a national holiday, but with a uniquely personal twinge as we remember loved ones who have died, and pray for the young men and women who are in danger today on active duty in foreign lands.

The following is the poem that I will read on Sunday at UU. and again on Monday when our local anti-war groups rally in St. Augustine's Plaza de la Costituzione.

Poem by Captain Michal Davis O'Donnell
Killed in Action on March 24, 1970
Republic of Vietnam

If you are able,
Save them a place
Inside of you.
And save one backward glance
When you are leaving
For the place they can no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
You love them,
Thought you may
Not have always.
Take what they have left
And what they have taught you
With their dying.
And keep it with your own.
And in that time
When men decide and feel safe
To call the war insane,
Take one moment to embrace
Those gentle heroes you left behind.

Peg

Jil's Memorial Bush

Hi Peg -
This is a picture of the blossom on your daughter's memorial bush.
Love
Joyce

Joe ... we had such a wonderful visit with peg last week (Sun May 18) and she was as sharp as a tack! We did hear from Ron and May Lea about the turn in recent days. She is ready to move on, and we we wish her Godspeed. Please give her another hug from Patricia and John and let her know too that our four grown children all send their love as well.

Our thoughts and prayers are with you too as you help her set sail for distant horizons. When the time comes, let us know if there is anything we can do to help.

Peaceprayers.
John and Patricia Frank

Canada's dirty war in Afghanistan

Peggy

In answer to your question about "Canada's dirty war", this in fact is yet another proxy war being fought to support USA's colonial aspirations . I have no idea who the author is but she seems to have a load of half-truths in her article but really does not understand what really is happening.

The problem is that the current Conservative government in Canada wants to cosy up to US and will do anything necessary - including sacrificing lives of many young men - to support a puppet leader, put in place by the US, who from all reports, is in it for the money he can gather from the large sums of $$$ which US is willing to spend to force its will on the region.

The background is that Canada, under a Liberal government, initally agreed to assign to NATO a limited # of peacekeepers for Afghanistan. Later, when Bush and his buddies needed to gain control of oil and invaded Iraq, Bush and his buddies conceded that Canada need send no fighting soldiers for Iraq if their numbers in Afghanistan were increased.

Canada then doubled the # of peacekeepers with an end date of 2005.The Liberal party then lost an election and one of the first actions of the new Conservative government to curry favour with the US was to reassign the troops into a fighting role and to extend the end date to 2007 . These were to be assigned in the worst area of the country (Kandahar) where the French , German , Dutch etc. refuse to go! The end date has subsequently been extended to 2009 and the Tories (Stephen Harper) are now talking about 2011. In all of this, Harper has been supported by a reactionary General - Rick Hillier, whose aim in life seems to have been to increase Canadian military spending and fight a brutal occupation of Afghanistan.

The per capita death and injury rates for Canadian troops in Kandahar far exceed those of British and US!

Yes, it is a very sickening story, and a very high proportion of the Canadian nation would like to see them out of an untenable position. Our opposition parties say that when they defeat the current government, they will pull all troops out immediately. We hope so! It looks as though the election will happen this summer so maybe we can get out of the mess then.

So much for that , glad to hear that you are keeping well .

All the best , please excuse the diatribe, but we feel very strongly about the useless slaughter of both Canadians and Afghanis.

Malcolm and Jutta

Grannies to the Democratic Convention

Dear Anti-War Grannies Everywhere:

Last night, the Granny Peace Brigade in New York held a meeting and decided that we would like to go to the Democratic convention in Denver being held August 25-28 this summer.

Our thinking is that, first of all, it's important to let the Democrats know that we want them to make it a priority to end the occupation of Iraq and bring the troops home as well as stop all threats to Iran. Secondly, there will be huge media presence there so that we will have the optimal chance of being picked up by them and thereby spread our message of peace. We decided that it would be a lost cause to go to the Republican convention, but we might have some influence on the Democrats to achieve our ends.

We are hopeful that we can make this a coordinated national granny action and would like to know if some of you would be interested in joining with us in Denver. A group of grandmothers from all over the country would be a terrific media event, we believe, and would be helpful in applying some much-needed pressure to stiffen the Democrats' backbones, sorely in need of such treatment.

Please get back to me when you've had a chance to think about this and talk among yourselves. Then, we can put our virtual heads together and design our strategy.

Yours in Peace, Joan Wile, Granny Peace Brigade

Marriage Seminar

At Saint Mary's Catholic Church they have a weekly husband's marriage seminar. At the session last week, the Priest asked Luigi, who was approaching his 50th wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he had managed to stay married to the same woman all these years.

Luigi replied to the assembled husbands, "Well, I've a-tried to treat-a her nice, spend the money on her, but best of all was that I took her to Italy for our 20th anniversary!"

The Priest responded, "Luigi, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us what you are planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary?"

Luigi proudly replied, "I'm a-gonna go and get her."

Celebrating Mother's Day

GRANDPARENTS FOR PEACE

Peg McIntire (pegmcintire@bellsouth.net)

21 Village Las Palmas Circle

St. Augustine, FL 32080-3590

Blog : http://PegMcIntire.Blogspot.com

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can

change the world. Indeed it’s the only thing that ever has. " - Margaret Mead

Dear Mothers, Grandmothers, Daughters, Granddaughters,

SUNDAY, May 11th, 2-3 pm, GAZEBO

Vigil, bring photos and stories to share

Our political activism does not preclude our celebrating Mother's Day. We celebrated last year for the first time. We will celebrate again this year.

If you are in or near St. Augustine next Sunday, May 11th, from 2-3 pm, please join us at the Gazebo in the Plaza de la Constitucion to share photos and stories of our mothers, grandmothers, daughters, grand daughters, and our greats....

.

Peg

MaryLee and Ron Zamora

PS.

• Saturday, May 10th, at 4 pm at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, showing of documentary film Abu Ghrab.
• Tuesday, May 13th, at 7pm at Arla's hom, regular monthly PPJ meeting,
• Saturday, May 17th, 10 to 12 noon, regular 3rd Saturday anti-war rally at the Bridge of Lions.
• Monday, May 26th, Memorial Day protest . Time and place TBA.

The cost of the Iraq war

So, how much is it that we are spending on the war in Iraq?

In 2004 it was estimated at $177 million per day, $7.4 million per hour, $122,820 per minute.

In March 2008 the New York Times estimate was $13 billion a month, nearly half a billion per day, $18 million per hour, and $5,000 per second.

Couldn’t you do a lot of birth-reducing, water-finding, and micro-lending with that kind of money?

Or think of the things we could be doing in the U.S.. . . .

Mother's Day

Mothers' Day Proclamation: Julia Ward Howe, Boston, 1870

Mother's Day was originally started after the Civil War, as a protest to the carnage of that war, by women who had lost their sons. Here is the original Mother's Day Proclamation from 1870, followed by a bit of history (or should I say "her story"):


Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts, whether our baptism be that of water or of fears!

Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.

We women of one country will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says "Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."

Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession. As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.

Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, each bearing after their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar, but of God.

In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women without limit of nationality may be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.

Julia Ward Howe
Boston , 1870

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Mother's Day for Peace - by Ruth Rosen.

Honor Mother with Rallies in the Streets. The holiday began in activism; it needs rescuing from commercialism and platitudes.

Every year, people snipe at the shallow commercialism of Mother's Day. But to ignore your mother on this holy holiday is unthinkable. And if you are a mother, you'll be devastated if your ingrates fail to honor you at least one day of the year.

Mother's Day wasn't always like this. The women who conceived Mother's Day would be bewildered by the ubiquitous ads that hound us to find that "perfect gift for Mom." They would expect women to be marching in the streets, not eating with their families in restaurants. This is because Mother's Day began as a holiday that commemorated women's public activism, not as a celebration of a mother's devotion to her family.

The story begins in 1858 when a community activist named Anna Reeves Jarvis organized Mothers' Works Days in West Virginia. Her immediate goal was to improve sanitation in Appalachian communities. During the Civil War, Jarvis pried women from their families to care for the wounded on both sides. Afterward she convened meetings to persuade men to lay aside their hostilities.

In 1872, Julia Ward Howe, author of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic", proposed an annual Mother's Day for Peace. Committed to abolishing war, Howe wrote: "Our husbands shall not come to us reeking with carnage... Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We women of one country will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs".

For the next 30 years, Americans celebrated Mothers' Day for Peace on June 2.

Many middle-class women in the 19th century believed that they bore a special responsibility as actual or potential mothers to care for the casualties of society and to turn America into a more civilized nation. They played a leading role in the abolitionist movement to end slavery. In the following decades, they launched successful campaigns against lynching and consumer fraud and battled for improved working conditions for women and protection for children, public health services and social welfare assistance to the poor. To the activists, the connection between motherhood and the fight for social and economic justice seemed self-evident.

In 1913, Congress declared the second Sunday in May to be Mother's Day. By then, the growing consumer culture had successfully redefined women as consumers for their families. Politicians and businessmen eagerly embraced the idea of celebrating the private sacrifices made by individual mothers. As the Florists' Review, the industry's trade journal, bluntly put it, "This was a holiday that could be exploited."

The new advertising industry quickly taught Americans how to honor their mothers - by buying flowers. Outraged by florists who were selling carnations for the exorbitant price of $1 apiece, Anna Jarvis' daughter undertook a campaign against those who "would undermine Mother's Day with their greed." But she fought a losing battle. Within a few years, the Florists' Review triumphantly announced that it was "Miss Jarvis who was completely squelched."

Since then, Mother's Day has ballooned into a billion-dollar industry.

Americans may revere the idea of motherhood and love their own mothers, but not all mothers. Poor, unemployed mothers may enjoy flowers, but they also need child care, job training, health care, a higher minimum wage and paid parental leave. Working mothers may enjoy breakfast in bed, but they also need the kind of governmental assistance provided by every other industrialized society.

With a little imagination, we could restore Mother's Day as a holiday that celebrates women's political engagement in society. During the 1980's, some peace groups gathered at nuclear test sites on Mother's Day to protest the arms race. Today, our greatest threat is not from missiles but from our indifference toward human welfare and the health of our planet. Imagine, if you can, an annual Million Mother March in the nation's capital. Imagine a Mother's Day filled with voices demanding social and economic justice and a sustainable future, rather than speeches studded with syrupy platitudes.

Some will think it insulting to alter our current way of celebrating Mother's Day. But public activism does not preclude private expressions of love and gratitude. (Nor does it prevent people from expressing their appreciation all year round.)

Nineteenth century women dared to dream of a day that honored women's civil activism. We can do no less. We should honor their vision with civic activism.

Ruth Rosen is a professor of history at UC Davis.
Reprinted with permission

How I feel about getting old

By Renee Mintz:

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it.)

Dear Little One

Dear little one,

I do not know you. I do not even know your name. But I love you because you are the daughter of a fine man who was a good friend of my daughter. She passed away, childless. He went on to marry your Mom. So, altho you are not legally mine, you hold a very special place in my heart.

I am American, you Italian. I am Jewish, you Catholic. Way back in 1937, my 27 year old brother died in Spain, in a desperate battle against fascism. Mussolini was a friend of Gen. Franco’s. You will have learned this from your history books.

In 1952, when my husband, Gordon McIntire, was offered a job in Rome with the Food & Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, my first reaction was negative. I was afraid we would be met with both religious and political prejudice, but it turned out very differently. (We had trouble with our own government but not with yours). We found friendship, beauty, good food, good wine, good skiing -- I have wonderful memories of more than 20 years in your beautiful country. So my advice to you is: Give life a chance!

Take risks. Do your best at all times, seek and give cooperation, think for yourself, study hard, play hard, work hard, and love what you are doing.
There will be peaks, and depths – that’s life – but in the long haul, if you make the right choices and obey your own instincts, I pray you will become an active young woman, doing your bit to make a safer, happier, and healthier world.

Granny Peg (will be 96 years old on October 2nd, 2006)

Accomplishing extraordinary things - CNN Hero

You are so right - the amazing thing is how much ordinary people can accomplish.

Most recent example - the Cuban peasant woman, Irania, who cleaned up a dump heap and turned it into The Garden of Eden - captured on camera by CNN. Was awarded the Save the Planet $l0,000 prize. BUT our government prohibited CNN from giving the money to her - gave it to Unicef instead.

Kristi Weeks, a friend who has been to Cuba on several occasions, with delegations which included her husband and children as well) visited Guantanamo, saw the Garden, returned to St. Augustine and as owner of a highscale beauty salon pledged to raise $10,000 for Irania. Their fashion show, with her staff as producers and modelers of crazy, gorgeous, outrageous creations using only recycled material (bottle tops, plastic bags, newspaper, used computer posters, etc.) raised not $l0, not $15 but $20,000 last Sunday evening. Admission was only $25 or $35 for a reserved seat. All the rest came from donations, program ads,and auctioning off several of the dresses -- the one, fitting like a body shield, made entirely of shiny bottle tops, went for $260. Another, entirely of sheer recycled Publix plastic bags, went for $200 -- amid cheers, applause, , incredibly happy vibes.

This effort, originally, to make Baracoa a sister city, was foiled mostly by ex Cubans from Miami who came in bus loads to our City commission meetings to defeat the initiative. So my son and daughter in law, Jo and Sali, with just a few others, opted to withdraw the resolution and go for it on a people to people basis. Six years ago. Since then, there have been some three delegations to Cuba each year, 20 40-ft. containers sent down, packed with humanitarian aid, art shows, books published, concerts, and more.

Ordinary people, accomplishing extraordinary things, for ordinary people. Amazing.

Mother Superior

Have you heard about the young girl from Bavaria

Who had a virginal interior

Until one night a monk

Jumped into her bunk

And now she's a Mother Superior.

What is a BILLION?

A Billion - the true story about a Billion Dollars. This is too true to be very funny. The next time you hear a politician use the word 'billion' in a casual manner, think about whether you want the politicians spending YOUR tax money.

A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but one advertising agency did a good job of putting that figure into some perspective in one of its releases.

A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959.
B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.
C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in caves.
D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet.
E. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, at the rate our government is spending it.

While this thought is still fresh in our brain, let's take a look at New Orleans. It's amazing what you can learn with some simple division . .

Louisiana Senator Mary Landrieu (D), is presently asking Congress for $250 BILLION to rebuild New Orleans. Interesting number.

What does it mean?

A. If you are one of 484,674 residents of New Orleans (every man, woman, child), you each get $516,528.
or
B. If you have one of the 188,251 homes in New Orleans, your home gets $1,329,787 for repairs.
or
C. If you are a family of four, your family gets $2,066,012.

Grandmothers Against the War

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This is to announce the publication of my book, "GRANDMOTHERS AGAINST THE WAR: GETTING OFF OUR FANNIES AND STANDING UP FOR PEACE," with a foreword by best-selling author, Malachy McCourt, on April 29 by Citadel Press. On that date, the book will be available in all major book stores and most independent ones. It can be pre-ordered now or at any time at amazon.com or bn.com.

The first review was published yesterday on democrats.com, afterdowningstreet.com and several other blogs, and isn't so much a testimonial for the book as it is a tribute to the peace grandmothers portrayed. Here's part of the review:

Can Grandmothers End Wars?
By David Swanson

Here is the perfect Mother's Day gift for your mother, your mother in law, your grandmothers, and in fact for the men in their lives as well - who ought to be shamed into action. Joan Wile has published a book called "Grandmothers Against the War: Getting Off Our Fannies and Standing Up for Peace." As far as I know, this is her first book. It is very much an account of ordinary people doing extraordinary things. If more people did the same, we would put an end to war.

Of course, the people in this book are extraordinary, but everyone is, and the actions that Wile recounts this group of grandmothers having taken are actions she describes as fun and exciting. If more people understood that and acted on it, we would put an end to war.

These grandmothers in New York City hold a weekly vigil against the occupation of Iraq. And they mean it. They are protesting the current proposal by the Democrats to "oppose" the occupation by throwing another $178 billion at it. Quick! Quick! Can somebody "oppose" me like that?

The grannies don't just vigil. They generate significant discussion of peace in the media through actions that have included attempting to get themselves recruited at the Times Square military recruiting office. They sat down in front, were arrested, went to trial, put the war itself on trial, and were acquitted, generating more attention all the while.

They've traveled abroad, networking with peace activists, and spreading awareness of the depth of American opposition to our government's crimes.

They've bird-dogged John McCain and Hillary Clinton. And Clinton recently gave peace activists the credit for her defeat.

They've gone to Washington and lobbied for peace. They've performed hilarious and biting song and dance routines. They've inspired and collaborated with grannies around the country and others working for peace. They've knitted stump-socks in rocking chairs in front of the Veterans Administration. If more people took similar actions, we would put an end to war and have more fun at the same time.

In case you did ever doubt that a handful of people can make a difference, that one person can make a difference: READ THIS BOOK. Then go forth and do likewise. And order a copy now for every Mother's Day present you'll need.

Incidentally, the book is very inexpensive -- $14.95 -- so it won't disrupt your budget if you want to purchase it. I can't claim to have authored the literary masterpiece of the year, in all honesty, but if you're interested in a straightforward account of the events leading up to, during and following our notorious arrest and jailing when we tried to enlist at the Times Square Recruiting Center, you'll find it in my book. It's been quite a ride.

I ALSO DISCUSS SOME OF THE NATIONAL GRANNY ACTIONS MOST OF YOU PARTICIPATED IN WITH US

Stratcom Conference

By Tim Rinne & Bruce Gagnon

Admittedly, “StratCom: The Most Dangerous Place on the Face of the Earth” sounded a bit over the top for the title of a conference. But by the time the participants caught their flight home from Omaha, Nebraska last month, there wasn’t anybody disputing whether U.S. Strategic Command deserved the label.

Two hundred people from 12 countries and 28 states gathered April 11-13 at the Global Network Against Weapons and Nuclear Power in Space 16^th Annual Space Organizing Conference to learn about this remote command in America’s heartland. And the local sponsor, Nebraskans for Peace, who for years had been fretting about what was going on in its own backyard, couldn’t have been more excited. There’d never before been an international conference specifically addressing the transformation that’s taken place at StratCom. But then, until just recently, StratCom had never before represented the threat to the world that it does now.

From the moment George W. Bush was rushed to StratCom’s underground headquarters at Offutt A.F.B. on 9/11, the U.S.’s nuclear command began to undergo what StratCom Commander General Kevin Chilton described as “not a sea-state change, but a tsunami of change” in its role and mission. In the years since 9/11, the command has seen its traditional and sole responsibility of maintaining America’s nuclear deterrent proliferate to include missions for space, cyberspace, intelligence/reconnaissance/surveillance, missile defense, full spectrum global strike, information operations and combating weapons of mass destruction.

In the blink of a strategic eye, the command has gone from being something that was ‘never supposed to be used’ (i.e. the doomsday machine) to ‘being used for everything.’ It’s gone from being putatively ‘defensive’ to overtly ‘offensive’ to become, in the words of Nebraska activists, “Dr. Strangelove on steroids.”

With now eight missions under its belt, StratCom’s fingerprints are seemingly everywhere. Though it’s almost never mentioned by name, you can hardly open a newspaper anymore without reading about one of its various machinations. Here’s a rundown:

• Now charged with actively waging the White House’s “War on Terror,” StratCom is authorized to attack any place on the planet in one hour—using either conventional or nuclear weapons—on the mere perception of a threat to America’s ‘national interests.’
• Through its National Security Agency “component command,” StratCom is regularly conducting the now-infamous ‘warrantless wiretaps’ on unsuspecting American citizens.
• The proposed “missile defense” bases in Poland and the Czech Republic that are reviving Cold War tensions with Russia are StratCom installations under StratCom’s command.
• Having conducted what it touts as “the first space war” with its “Shock and Awe” bombing campaign on Iraq, the command is now actively executing the Bush/Cheney Administration’s expressed goal of the weaponization and “domination” of space.
• StratCom’s recent shoot-down of a falling satellite using its Missile Defense system, just after the U.S. had repudiated a Russian proposal banning space weapons, demonstrated the anti-satellite capability of this allegedly ‘defensive’ program and is certain to jump-start an arms race in space.
• In actively promoting the development of new generations of nuclear weapons (the so-called ‘bunker-buster’ tactical nukes and the Reliable Replacement Warhead), StratCom is seeking to ensure America will wield offensive nuclear capability for the remainder of the 21^st century.
• Under the White House’s “Unified Command Plan,” StratCom commands access to the hundreds of military bases around the globe and all four military service branches, while working hand-in-glove with the CIA, FBI, Homeland Security and the Department of Justice.
• Operating like some executive branch vigilante and scofflaw, StratCom is now poised to routinely violate international law with preemptive attacks and to usurp Congress’ constitutional authority to declare war under the “War Powers Act.”

StratCom, in the words of Commander Chilton, is today “the most responsive combatant command in the U.S. arsenal”—and the next war the White House gets us into (be it against Iran or geo-political rival like China) will be planned, launched and coordinated from StratCom. In fact, Chilton recently told Congress, he believes the name actually ought to be changed to “Global Command,” to better reflect the “global” nature of its new role and mission.

This is the “New StratCom” that Nebraskans for Peace has watched materialize before its eyes. This is the enhanced threat, which the world community has no notion of whatsoever, because the changes at StratCom have occurred with the speed and power of a “tsunami.” This is the global menace the Global Network sought to expose to the international public at its conference in Omaha this past month.

And while the media coverage of the conference was minimal, the word is neverthess starting to get out nationally and internationally. Most of the people in attendance were activists, organizers and academics from all across the country and around the world. Picking up on the comment that StratCom is now a global problem, Jackie Cabasso of the Western States Legal Foundation stressed that addressing it will in turn require a global response. Americans, she said, can no more be expected to halt this threat than we can expect Nebraskans to do it: “It’s going to take the efforts of the world community.”

That sort of international commitment was already strongly in evidence. While the speaker from Poland was prohibited from entering the U.S. by Homeland Security, Jan Tamas of the “No To Bases Initiative” in the Czech Republic tied the proposed Star Wars radar in his country directly to StratCom. From the title of his talk alone, “StratCom is the Main Threat to Peace in the Korean Peninsula,” Ko Young-Dae, the representative from Solidarity for Peace and Reunification in Korea (SPARK), made it clear that he understood the connection to the Omaha command center. British activist Lindis Percy of the Campaign for the Accountability of American Bases, who regularly contends with StratCom’s presence in her homeland, sized it up perfectly with the expression, “horrid StratCom.” Similar sentiments were expressed by the German, Swedish, Indian, Japanese, Filipino, Mauritian, Italian, Romanian and Canadian participants. In country after country, an understanding the StratCom menace is starting to take hold.

The final keynote of the conference was delivered by Bishop Emeritus Thomas Gumbleton, who back in the mid-‘80s had committed civil disobedience at Offutt A.F.B. when it was still the “Strategic Air Command.” Back then, all we had to fear—and it was plenty—was nuclear holocaust. Today, the Bishop said, because of our greed for wealth and power, we now have to fear StratCom’s nuclear prowess and much more.

That greed for ever-more wealth and power had been the message of the conference’s first speaker, national Indian activist and Winnebago Tribe of Nebraska member, Frank LaMere. The city of Omaha, LaMere noted, was named after the Indian Tribe of the same name that had inhabited this area for centuries and still has a reservation about an hour north of the city. The Omaha, he said, had a covenant with Mother Earth, that in return for the corn and buffalo she so generously provided them to live, they would in turn honor her by living in a good way. Never, LaMere said, when the Omaha deeded their lands to the U.S. government—without once going to war—had they ever imagined that an instrument of destruction like StratCom, capable of destroying the Earth multiple times over, would rest on their ancestral homeland, on that sacred ground.

The Omaha, he said, cannot stop what is happening today by themselves. Nor for that matter can the people of Nebraska, nor even the people of the United States. To stop what is happening at StratCom—indeed to save ourselves from our own greed and self-destruction—Americans will need, LaMere said, the help of all their relations around the world. So he was cheered, he said, to see all these relations from around the world here in Omaha, willing to help. That was good, he said. But we need to act fast. Time is getting short.

A five-minute introductory video about StratCom created by Global Network chairperson Dave Webb, who is also the Vice-Chair of Britain's Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND), can be viewed by clicking on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkOeUHHV1eU

- Written by Tim Rinne (Coordinator of Nebraskans for Peace) and Bruce Gagnon (Coordinator of Global Network Against Weapons & Nuclear Power in Space)

GfP Newsletter - May 2008

To all Grandparents for Peace members and friends:

Want War Waste

What do those three words mean to you? How do you relate them to each other?

They came to my mind on Saturday, April 22^nd, when I reflected on some very interesting booths I had seen at the Earth Day event in St. Augustine.

WANT:

As to be expected, there were several booths with information on social issues: the homeless, the hungry, the poor, the ill -- all disturbing examples of want, of need, of suffering. Each booth had personnel and literature describing the social agency’s program and accomplishments.

WAR:

There was a dramatic anti-war presentation on stage, beginning with a tribute to Stetson Kennedy, acclaimed author and peace activist. This was followed by an award of $500 to a graduating senior of St. Augustine High School, Leda Balch. She was the winner of an Essay Contest sponsored by three local anti-war groups, People for Peace & Justice, Grandparents for Peace and Veterans for Peace. The suggested theme for the 500 word essay was taken from a song by the popular musician and anti-war activist, Michael Franti:

“We can bomb the world into pieces,
We can’t bomb it into peace.”

The 17 year old winner read her essay (attached) which began by comparing today’s fractured world with a l000 piece jigsaw puzzle, with no picture on the cover of the box to show what the finished picture would look like. She finished on a positive note. “We, the determined youth of this day and age, will find those pieces and put them together. We will find peace.”

WASTE:

And the third dreadful word, waste. There were half a dozen booths and tables showing not just the negative but the potential for avoiding waste with energy saving, water saving, and other home appliances within our grasp. We do not need costly high tech installations. Simply turning off unnecessary lights saves electricity. Turning off unnecessary running faucets saves water. Recycling and reusing prevents waste. It behooves each one of us to stop and think and make a list of what we can do. And lastly, we should write our elected officials and ask them to sponsor legislation to provide incentives via tax reductions and subsidies for new construction and for upgrading existing homes, schools, and public buildings. These suggestions, and many others, will provide employment, boost the economy, and reduce waste, assuring a cleaner and better world for generations to come.

Calendar

The photograph of the May 2008 calendar , distributed by Syracuse Cultural Workers, is a poster of a farmer with the wording “Los Campesinos del Mundo Aplastaran La Globalizacion:” Kyang Hae Lee was one of 120 Korean famers who protested in 2003 at a World Trade Organization meeting in Mexico. He climbed to the top of a barricade and stabbed himself in the heart in profound testament to the crushing burden so-called “free trade” policies placed on the world’s small farmers. In India, Korea, China, Mexico and elsewhere they face ruin as domestic markets are forced open to imports of cheap (read subsidized) staples like cotton, rice, soybeans and corn from the European Union and the U SA. He said: “My warning goes out to all citizens that human beings are in an endangered situation…that uncontrollable multinational corporations and a small number of big World Trade Organization members are leading an undesirable globalization that is inhumane, environmentally degrading, farmer-killing and undemocratic. It should be stopped immediately.” Does this sound familiar ?

Thursday, May lst, according to the Peace Calendar distributed by the Syracuse Cultural Workers, is not only International Workers Day, but also May Day ,and ushers in Asian/American Awareness month, as well as Beltane (a Festival of Fertility, Wiccan and Pagan.)

In May,1830 Mary Harris (Mother Jones) was born. She was an anti-war activist, agitator, and inspirational union organizer.

In l958, President Eisenhower declared May lst Law Day in a pathetic attempt to subvert a radical labor holiday.

May 10th is World Fair Trade Day. Free trade is FAIR only to multinationals. We can’t stop corporate globalization, but we can reduce it by looking for the label and buying FAIR TRADE CERTIFIED products which combine a fair price with rigid environmental standards for farming families, thus raising the standard of living for millions of people around the world.

In 1932 on May 25^th, thousands of World War 1 veterans marched in Washington, DC, demanding promised war benefits.

This year, Monday, May 26^th, is Memorial Day. And in St. Augustine, PPJ (People for Peace and Justice), Grandparents for Peace, and Veterans for Peace, will celebrate with a silent vigil across the street from the Record. We will have a flag-draped coffin and our white wall with the names of the Floridians who have died in this infamous war in Iraq. Time to be announced. Please join us for this special vigil, and for our rallies on the first Friday May 2^nd, and the third Saturday, May 17^th, at our usual site in the Plaza della Costituzione .

Honor the warrior, not the war.

“Those wearing the uniform must know beyond any shadow of a doubt that when refusing immoral and illegal orders, they will be supported by the people, not with mere words, but by action.”

Lt. Ehren Watada, U.S.Army, Iraq War Resister

Peace to All.
Peg

Puzzle Peace by: Leda Balch

Let me start out by thanking my preceding generation. Thanks for the puzzle you will be leaving my generation to put back together.

It is too bad that we don’t know what it should look like. There is no picture on the front of the box to guide us. There is no memory of how it used to look before you decided to break the picture up and start the puzzle over again. This is because we have never seen the puzzle all together. Maybe because the “adults” that run this world never knew how to keep it together. And a few years down the road we will be inheriting this unsolvable puzzle. Or so it seems to be unsolvable considering no one has been able to find a solution to it yet.

But I am here to change all of that. My generation is constantly growing more aware of the changes that need to be made in today’s world. Awareness leads to proactivity. Proacvitity leads to change. And the motto, be the change you wish to see in the world, is becoming ever more prevalent.

The pieces of this global puzzle seem to have been misplaced underneath the sofa cushions of life. And when we should be looking for those lost puzzle pieces, we are out there starting a new puzzle. This is not right.

What are you trying to teach the young people of the world? I thought that setting a good example for the youngsters was most important. After all we will be in your shoes one day, and then what? How many new unfinished puzzles will there be for us to complete? Or will we be too preoccupied with starting our own puzzles?

You are teaching us that if something is lost it cannot be found. You are teaching us that if something is too hard, simply give up and try something else. What kind of solution is that? No solution, I’d say.

You can do, and surely are doing what you want. You can try to bomb the world to peace, but you will only created more pieces for us to pick up. You can scatter those pieces of the puzzle across the globe. You can hide those unfinished puzzles under all of your supposedly charitable organizations. But we, the determined youth of this day and age, will find those pieces. We will find all of those unfinished puzzles and put them together again. And when we put them back together the finished picture will show a healthy state of being worldwide.

So I say, children of the world UNITE! Turn over those sofa cushions! Sweep under those bookshelves! Move furniture around! Because if nothing gets turned over and swept up and moved around, nothing will ever be found.

I know it looks bleak. I know that it seems like trying to put together a one-thousand piece puzzle of a blue sky, but do not despair. We will find the pieces. We will find peace.

Founder of SERVAS passes

FOUNDER OF SERVAS, WORLDWIDE PEACE ORGANIZATION, PASSES

Long before the internet, decades before Hospitality Club, Couchsurfers, and all of the other hospitality organizations, there was SERVAS, the first worldwide peace-through-hospitality network.

Founded in 1949 by WWII conscientious objector Bob Luitweiler as a way of healing some of the wounds of the war, SERVAS has quietly continued its peacemaking mission right up to the present day. Members work to break down the stereotypes and misconceptions that lead nations to fight one another, by simply visiting and getting to know members from other countries and cultures, one conversation at a time.

Earth Day 2008

Indroducing Stetson Kennedy:

Stetson Kennedy was born Oct.5, 1916 in Jacksonville. He is an award=winning author and human rights activist, and is also known as a pioneering folklorist, a labor activist, and environmentalist. A prolific author, his books , distributed worldwide and translated into many languages, include Palmetto County, Southern Exposure, the Jim Crow Guide, the Klan Unmasked and After Appomatox.

As a teenager, he began collecting white and African American folklore material while he was collecting “a dollar down and a dollar a week” accounts for his father, a furniture merchant.

He left the University of Florida in 1937 to join the WPA Florida Writers Project, and soon, at the age of 21, was put in charge of folklore, oral history and ethnic studies. He was Zora Neale Hurston’s friend and boss in the WPA.

After World War II Kennedy infiltrated the Ku Klux Klan. Living dangerously, working undercover, he provided information, including secret code words and details of Klan rituals, to the writers of the Superman radio program and to the FBI

A Stetson Kennedy Foundation has been established, dedicated to human rights, social justice and environmental stewardship. His home at Beluthahatchee has become a museum, housing his books and papers, manuscripts and memorabilia, including guitars, letters and songs by Woodie Guthrie, a dear friend and neighbor.

Stetson Kennedy was to have presented the prize to the winning Peace Essay contest. He had an ear infection, and consequently couldn't make it.

Peg's follow-up letter to The St. Augustine Record:

I do not want to be a whiner, but I can't understand why no mention was made of the Peace Essay contest winner. Several months of effort and preparation by high school students and guidance counselors were involved. The winning essay was sent to you.

It was enthusiastically applauded when read from the stage on Earth Day at l pm by Leda Balch, l7 years old, a graduate of St. Augustine High School. She was awarded $500 by the sponsoring groups, People for Peace & Justice, Grandparents for Peace, and Veterans for Peace. She and the two young ladies who tied for 2nd place were given Certificates of Appreciation.

The suggested theme for the essay contest was taken from a song by a popular lyricist and musician, Michael Franti:

"We can bomb the world into pieces,We can't bomb it into peace."

Is that why the Record ignored this event?

Peg McIntire,
Chair Peace Essay Competition

PS You may print this as a letter to the editor, or reply to me personally.

Grandmothers hungry for peace

Hello All,
Here is what happening in Chico, CA.
Peg

April 17, 2008

1000 Grandmothers are getting rockers greased, and stomachs prepared for the Close the SOA Fast which will occur on April 23-25 in the Downtown City Plaza. Fasters and supporters will be in the plaza during the hours of 10am – 3pm, on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

The grannies and others will be in their rocking chairs offering information about the former School of the Americas, collecting quilt squares, and urging citizens to call Congressional District 2 Representative Wally Herger urging him to vote for House Resolution 1707. The bill before the House budget session this summer will suspend the funding of the school until a full investigation into documented abuses is reported and acted upon.

A walk/caravan to Mr. Herger’s office at Philadelphia Square on Thursday at 11am will include the giant puppet grandmother and companions featured in the city plaza on March 15^th. Trinity Methodist Church pastor David Moss will conduct a teach-in on fasting for social justice at the Congressman’s office. Rev. Moss fasted at Mr. Herger’s office for over two weeks last fall to call attention to the injustice of the Iraq War.

The Grandmothers organized in 2006 to join the annual protest and vigil at the gates of Ft. Benning, Georgia to demand the closure of a controversial school housed on the U.S. Army base. At that protest grandmother CathyWebster was arrested for trespassing and served two months in Sacramento County Jail. In a previous year, another Chico grandmother, Dorothy Parker, trespassed in protest at Ft. Benning and served two months in federal prison at Dublin, CA.

Cosmetic changes and slick public relations tactics have not addressed the fundamental issues in its deeply disturbing history, including its use of "torture training manuals" and the records of human rights abuses by many of its graduates. It remains a combat training school that provides dangerous skills to countries with serious on-going human rights problems despite attempts by the congressionally-mandated Board of Visitors to address some of the concerns that have been made over the years,” said Webster.

The School of the Americas, renamed the Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation in 2001, is a US-taxpayer funded military training school for Latin American soldiers located in Georgia.

1000 Grandmothers is a national coalition of grandmothers and others taking direct action to close the School of the Americas/WHINSEC.

For more information on the SOA/WHINSEC, visit http://www.soaw.org/

If you cannot decipher anything,
then try pulling the corner of your eyes
as if you were Chinese.

Peg dining at Le Pavillon

Subject: Picture of Peg dining at Le Pavillon -- March 12, 2008

Dear Jo -

Hope this reaches you.
Maybe it could be added to her "blog".
What a great human being she is!

Best,
Sally Luther.
Neumluth@aol.com

Open letter from Alice Walker

Lest We Forget: An open letter to my sisters who are brave.

March 27, 2008

I HAVE COME home from a long stay in Mexico to find - because of the
presidential campaign, and especially because of the Obama/Clinton
race for the Democratic nomination - a new country existing alongside
the old. On any given day we, collectively, become the Goddess of the
Three Directions and can look back into the past, look at ourselves
just where we are, and take a glance, as well, into the future. It is
a space with which I am familiar.

When I was born in 1944 my parents lived on a middle Georgia
plantation that was owned by a white distant relative, Miss May
Montgomery. (During my childhood it was necessary to address all
white girls as "Miss" when they reached the age of twelve.) She would
never admit to this relationship, of course, except to mock it. Told
by my parents that several of their children would not eat chicken
skin she responded that of course they would not. No Montgomerys
would.

My parents and older siblings did everything imaginable for Miss May.
They planted and raised her cotton and corn, fed and killed and
processed her cattle and hogs, painted her house, patched her roof,
ran her dairy, and, among countless other duties and responsibilities
my father was her chauffeur, taking her anywhere she wanted to go at
any hour of the day or night. She lived in a large white house with
green shutters and a green, luxuriant lawn: not quite as large as
Tara of Gone With the Wind fame, but in the same style.

We lived in a shack without electricity or running water, under a
rusty tin roof that let in wind and rain. Miss May went to school as
a girl. The school my parents and their neighbors built for us was
burned to the ground by local racists who wanted to keep ignorant
their competitors in tenant farming. During the Depression, desperate
to feed his hardworking family, my father asked for a raise from ten
dollars a month to twelve. Miss May responded that she would not pay
that amount to a white man and she certainly wouldn't pay it to a
nigger. That before she'd pay a nigger that much money she'd milk the
dairy cows herself.

When I look back, this is part of what I see. I see the school bus
carrying white children, boys and girls, right past me, and my
brothers, as we trudge on foot five miles to school. Later, I see my
parents struggling to build a school out of discarded army barracks
while white students, girls and boys, enjoy a building made of brick.
We had no books; we inherited the cast off books that "Jane" and
"Dick" had previously used in the all-white school that we were not,
as black children, permitted to enter.

The year I turned fifty, one of my relatives told me she had started
reading my books for children in the library in my home town. I had
had no idea - so kept from black people it had been - that such a
place existed. To this day knowing my presence was not wanted in the
public library when I was a child I am highly uncomfortable in
libraries and will rarely, unless I am there to help build, repair,
refurbish or raise money to keep them open, enter their doors.

When I joined the freedom movement in Mississippi in my early
twenties it was to come to the aid of sharecroppers, like my parents,
who had been thrown off the land they'd always known, the
plantations, because they attempted to exercise their "democratic"
right to vote. I wish I could say white women treated me and other
black people a lot better than the men did, but I cannot. It seemed
to me then and it seems to me now that white women have copied, all
too often, the behavior of their fathers and their brothers, and in
the South, especially in Mississippi, and before that, when I worked
to register voters in Georgia, the broken bottles thrown at my head
were gender free.

I made my first white women friends in college; they were women who
loved me and were loyal to our friendship, but I understood, as they
did, that they were white women and that whiteness mattered. That,
for instance, at Sarah Lawrence, where I was speedily inducted into
the Board of Trustees practically as soon as I graduated, I made my
way to the campus for meetings by train, subway and foot, while the
other trustees, women and men, all white, made their way by limo.
Because, in our country, with its painful history of unspeakable
inequality, this is part of what whiteness means. I loved my school
for trying to make me feel I mattered to it, but because of my
relative poverty I knew I could not.

I am a supporter of Obama because I believe he is the right person to
lead the country at this time. He offers a rare opportunity for the
country and the world to start over, and to do better. It is a deep
sadness to me that many of my feminist white women friends cannot see
him. Cannot see what he carries in his being. Cannot hear the fresh
choices toward Movement he offers. That they can believe that
millions of Americans -black, white, yellow, red and brown -choose
Obama over Clinton only because he is a man, and black, feels tragic
to me.

When I have supported white people, men and women, it was because I
thought them the best possible people to do whatever the job
required. Nothing else would have occurred to me. If Obama were in
any sense mediocre, he would be forgotten by now. He is, in fact, a
remarkable human being, not perfect but humanly stunning, like King
was and like Mandela is. We look at him, as we looked at them, and
are glad to be of our species. He is the change America has been
trying desperately and for centuries to hide, ignore, kill. The
change America must have if we are to convince the rest of the world
that we care about people other than our (white) selves.

True to my inner Goddess of the Three Directions however, this does
not mean I agree with everything Obama stands for. We differ on
important points probably because I am older than he is, I am a woman
and person of three colors, (African, Native American, European), I
was born and raised in the American South, and when I look at the
earth's people, after sixty-four years of life, there is not one
person I wish to see suffer, no matter what they have done to me or
to anyone else; though I understand quite well the place of
suffering, often, in human growth.

I want a grown-up attitude toward Cuba, for instance, a country and a
people I love; I want an end to the embargo that has harmed my
friends and their children, children who, when I visit Cuba,
trustingly turn their faces up for me to kiss. I agree with a teacher
of mine, Howard Zinn, that war is as objectionable as cannibalism and
slavery; it is beyond obsolete as a means of improving life. I want
an end to the on-going war immediately and I want the soldiers to be
encouraged to destroy their weapons and to drive themselves out of
Iraq.

I want the Israeli government to be made accountable for its behavior
towards the Palestinians, and I want the people of the United States
to cease acting like they don't understand what is going on. All
colonization, all occupation, all repression basically looks the
same, whoever is doing it. Here our heads cannot remain stuck in the
sand; our future depends of our ability to study, to learn, to
understand what is in the records and what is before our eyes. But
most of all I want someone with the self-confidence to talk to
anyone, "enemy" or "friend," and this Obama has shown he can do. It
is difficult to understand how one could vote for a person who is
afraid to sit and talk to another human being. When you vote you are
making someone a proxy for yourself; they are to speak when, and in
places, you cannot. But if they find talking to someone else, who
looks just like them, human, impossible, then what good is your vote?

It is hard to relate what it feels like to see Mrs. Clinton (I wish
she felt self-assured enough to use her own name) referred to as "a
woman" while Barack Obama is always referred to as "a black man." One
would think she is just any woman, colorless, race-less, past-less,
but she is not. She carries all the history of white womanhood in
America in her person; it would be a miracle if we, and the world,
did not react to this fact. How dishonest it is, to attempt to make
her innocent of her racial inheritance.

I can easily imagine Obama sitting down and talking, person to
person, with any leader, woman, man, child or common person, in the
world, with no baggage of past servitude or race supremacy to mar
their talks. I cannot see the same scenario with Mrs. Clinton who
would drag into Twenty-First Century American leadership the same
image of white privilege and distance from the reality of others'
lives that has so marred our country's contacts with the rest of the
world.

And yes, I would adore having a woman president of the United States.
My choice would be Representative Barbara Lee, who alone voted in
Congress five years ago not to make war on Iraq. That to me is
leadership, morality, and courage; if she had been white I would have
cheered just as hard. But she is not running for the highest office
in the land, Mrs. Clinton is. And because Mrs. Clinton is a woman and
because she may be very good at what she does, many people, including
some younger women in my own family, originally favored her over
Obama. I understand this, almost. It is because, in my own nieces'
case, there is little memory, apparently, of the foundational
inequities that still plague people of color and poor whites in this
country. Why, even though our family has been here longer than most
North American families -and only partly due to the fact that we have
Native American genes - we very recently, in my lifetime, secured the
right to vote, and only after numbers of people suffered and died for
it.

When I offered the word "Womanism" many years ago, it was to give us
a tool to use, as feminist women of color, in times like these. These
are the moments we can see clearly, and must honor devotedly, our
singular path as women of color in the United States. We are not
white women and this truth has been ground into us for centuries,
often in brutal ways. But neither are we inclined to follow a black
person, man or woman, unless they demonstrate considerable courage,
intelligence, compassion and substance. I am delighted that so many
women of color support Barack Obama -and genuinely proud of the many
young and old white women and men who do.

Imagine, if he wins the presidency we will have not one but three
black women in the White House; one tall, two somewhat shorter; none
of them carrying the washing in and out of the back door. The bottom
line for most of us is: With whom do we have a better chance of
surviving the madness and fear we are presently enduring, and with
whom do we wish to set off on a journey of new possibility? In other
words, as the Hopi elders would say: Who do we want in the boat with
us as we head for the rapids? Who is likely to know how best to share
the meager garden produce and water? We are advised by the Hopi
elders to celebrate this time, whatever its adversities.

We have come a long way, Sisters, and we are up to the challenges of
our time. One of which is to build alliances based not on race,
ethnicity, color, nationality, sexual preference or gender, but on
Truth. Celebrate our journey. Enjoy the miracle we are witnessing. Do
not stress over its outcome. Even if Obama becomes president, our
country is in such ruin it may well be beyond his power to lead us
toward rehabilitation. If he is elected however, we must,
individually and collectively, as citizens of the planet, insist on
helping him do the best job that can be done; more, we must insist
that he demand this of us. It is a blessing that our mothers taught
us not to fear hard work. Know, as the Hopi elders declare: The river
has its destination. And remember, as poet June Jordan and Sweet
Honey in the Rock never tired of telling us: We are the ones we have
been waiting for.

Namaste;

And with all my love,

Alice Walker

Sali, Jo and Peg

Peg and Gloria

Peg and Gloria

Cheney: "So?"

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Grannies Peace Brigades

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Enjoy the coming of spring

From Renee Mintz:

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You will get a black page. Click your mouse anywhere & everywhere on the page. Better yet, click & drag your mouse over the black page.

Spring Equinox 2008

Steve, Susan, Jane, Paulette, Joan, Michael, Sharon, Jennete, Tina, Sole, Peppe, Peg, Rose, Jay

5th Year Iraq War Anniversary

Jerry Yoest

Terry
Peg and Gloria

GfP Newsletter March 2008

Dear GFP member and supporter,

Today is Saturday, Feb. 15th, the 75th day of 2008. There are 201 days left in the year.

Did you know this is "Buzzard Day"? The day the buzzards return to Hinckley, Ohio.
Trivia, yes.

But there are highlights on Feb. 15th in history: The most recent was today's funeral march that our anti-war peace groups (PPJ - People for Peace & Justice), GFP (Grandparents for Peace) and Vets for Peace) carried out on St. Augustine's busiest tourist street downtown (St. George Street) and along the Bayfront. A coffin, draped with the American flag, was carried by four black-robed persons, accompanied by solemn drumming. There were signs, of course, and flyers, and NO arrests. Tomorrow we will have the coffin and flyers about the Winter Soldier project on the sidewalk outside of the Cathedral. Hopefully NO arrests. And Wednesday evening, from 5-7, we will be at the Gazebo in the Plaza de la Costituzione
with a silent vigil reminding everyone that 5 years ago, the U.S.A. began the immoral war against Iraq -- a war not only based on lies, but continued with lies and deliberate misinformation. When will it ever end?

Some interesting historic events:

On March 15, 44 B.C Julius Caesar was assassinated by a group of nobles that included Brutus and Cassius.

On this date:

In 1493, Crhistopher Columbus returned to Spain, clncluding his first voyage to the Western Hemisphere.

In l920, Maine became the 20th state.

In 1943, President Wilson met with reporters for what has been described as the first presidential press conference.

In l956, the Lerner and Loewe musical "My Fair Lady" opened on Broadway.

In l964, Elizabeth Taylor married Richard Burton. It was her 5th marriage, his 2nd.

Ten years ago, Dr. Benjamin Spock, whose child care guidance spanned half a century, died in San Diego at age 94.

Five years ago, protesters in Washington, D.C. and around the world, demonstrated against plans for a war with Iraq.

One year ago, in the Senate, Republicans easily turned back Democratic legislation requiring a troop withdrawal from Iraq to begin within l20 days.

When will the Iraq war ever end?

What can you do to stop the war? Stay informed. Talk to your elected officials. Write letters to your local newspaper. Vote for Obama. He is not the perfect idealist by any means, but (in my opinion) he will do the most to slow down the military industrial complex, to convert it to environmentally sustainable production, to prevent a new arms race, and to heal our domestic and foreign policies. (Obama for America, P.O.B. 892708, Chicago, IL 60680.)

On the legislative front, the National Campaign for a Peace Tax Fund - 501c(4) remains a priority for me. Melani Hom, the Communication & Outreach Director, says: " I challenge you to reflect on your religious and/or ethical beliefs, and begin to continue to live out what you believe as true. Through your financial support, you can help us establish vocal strength, a powerful reputation and a realistic angle to achieve our goals." (Address: 2121 Decator Place NW, Washington, DC 20008.)

Have I told you about The Smile Train? It works in desperaly poor countries, like Ethiopia, Inner Mongolia, Rwanda, Bangladesh and Peru, where hundreds of millions of families live on less than $1 a day, Working with local doctors and hospitals, the Smile Train provides free nedical equipment,\and free training. The Smile Train performs free cleft lip or palate surgery on children in these countries, where, in as little as 45 minutes, a child can be given a new smile and a life without shame and suffering. (Address: 26 Fifth Avenue, NYC, NY l0016.)

The Helen Keller Foundation Int'l is the world's foremost non-pofit organization working to prevent blindness and malnutrition. It is a heartbreaking reality that up to 500,000 children go blind each year beause of vitamin A deficiency; 70% of them die within one year of losing their sight. A child goes blind every minute; an adult every 5 seconds. Yet for only $l per year, the HKF saves sight and lives through massive community-based distribution systems.

More than 600 HKL professionals and volunteers work in 23 countries on 3 continents, reaching tens of millions of people every year. (Address: 351 Park Ave.S, NYC,NY. l00l0.)

We have had two outstanding concerts in St. Augustine. The first, a delightful husband and wife, the Castelbays. I met them last summer at the Elderhostel at Campobello. Julia plays a Celtic harp, and Fred plays guitar, fiddle, and woodwinds: "a musical journey through time and across the Atlantic, blending the timelss trad itions of Maine's nautical legacy and its poignant Celtic heritage." They will be back again next spring. Contact me if you would like them to perform in your community.

The second was the internationally famous Anne Feeney, life-long "union maid" labor and peace activist, with an absolutely unique voice and a limitless inspiring repertoire.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, Ides of March, Winter Soldier, and soon -- Easter.

Peg

Ron Zamorra

Photo by Joyce Petterson

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The FARC in Colombia

The following article was written by my son. It's important to put a face on "terrorists" and understand their aspirations . . . This article was published in the St. Augustine Record:

The FARC in Colombia

The struggle in Colombia began in the late 1940s when a popular group stood up to the Colombian oligarchy and the corrupt military dictatorship that perpetuated the interests of Colombia’s ruling class.

After a cruel civil war, the rebels, together with dissident members of the Liberal and Communist parties, established their own independent republics deep in the south of the country where they established peaceful, communal, peasant-based settlements founded on socialist ideology.

It was only after 1964, when the US-Colombian military waged a devastating napalm attack against them that the survivors expanded their agenda into a nationwide Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia-People’s Army (FARC-EP) to defend its communities, its schools, judicial system, health care, and agrarian economy.

In 1984, Colombian President Betancur initiated cease-fire negotiations based on recognition of the FARC as a legitimate political party, the Unión Patriótica. The political goal was to lead Colombia to a peaceful democratic juncture independent of neo-liberal and imperialist expansion. Peace accords were signed.

The Patriotic Union party espoused anti-corruption policies, harsh penalties against narco-traffickers, and progressive land and economic reforms. But, as they won more municipal and national elections, its members became targets of right-wing death squads and paramilitary organizations that incorporated counter-insurgency strategies. Since 1984, at least 5,000 Unión Patriótica members, including presidential candidates, mayors, and legislators, were murdered or disappeared. The consequence was the formation of a broad-based, national, clandestine movement, "Bolivarian Movement for a New Colombia." And yes, they held hostages as shields. The aggressors had satellite surveillance, drones, fighter aircraft, night vision, communications, napalm, etc.: they were poor farmers with barely a pair of shoes. Holding hostages was their only hope of survival.

When Colombian President Andrés Pastrana offered the insurgents a land deal in 1998, the FARC released several hundred hostages. But at the end of the day, the negotiations went nowhere: peace talks grew increasingly more frustrating and desperate FARC fighters carried out a series of brutal attacks.

President Uribe, President of Colombia since 2002, is one of the best friends and partners the U.S. has in South America. His hard line against the FARC is portrayed by Washington as a bulwark for democracy. After Afghanistan and Iraq, Colombia is the third largest recipient of U.S. counterinsurgency aid. Uribe has consistently set unacceptable peace terms and has ratcheted up offensive military actions. Colombia's insurgency war is now in its forty-third year, with no end in sight.

Rather than lump the FARC into that vague group of “terrorists,” I would suggest that we might be on a road to peace if we would recognize the FARC as a legitimate revolutionary group with a political agenda. Political conflict cannot be resolved by simply bombing and demonizing the other side. Dialogue is the only way to bring this movement into the democratic process.

Jo visited Venezual in January and February of this year. On his return he documented his imprssions of the Bolivarian Revolution and U.S. policy in the area in a comprehensive report that can be found here.

Anne Feeney and Tom Santoni

At the UU:



The concert was sponsored by Amnesty International, the St. Augustine Peace and Justice Association, Veterans against the Iraq War - and Grandparents for Peace.

The first song sung was dedicated to Peg.

Samson had long hair

A Rabbi's son had just gotten his driving permit. He asked his father about use of the family car.

His father said, "I'll make a deal with you. You bring your grades
up, study your Talmud a little, get your hair cut and then we'll talk
about it."

After about a month, the boy came back and again asked his father
about his use of the car. The rabbi said, "Son, I am very proud of you. You
have brought your grades up, you've studied the Talmud diligently, but you didn't get your hair cut."

The young man replied, "You know Dad, I've been thinking about that.
You know Samson had long hair, Moses had long hair, Noah had long hair,
and even Jesus had long hair."

The Rabbi said, Yes, and everywhere they went, they walked".

Alberto Jones

WE'LL TRY!

If this world survives, and every other day I think it might,
In good part it will be because of the great souls in our community.

There are a lot of them.

I've seen them walk in lonely thousands down a city's streets,
Or hand out leaflets in the rain, or turn the handle of a print machine, or empty their pockets as the plate comes by,
or gaze into the camera's eye.

And answer the question: "Will the world survive?"
And they have said, "We’ll try. "We'll try."


Thanks to Wendy Clarissa Geiger for sending us this inspiring message from Malvina Reynolds.
Live and Love,
Peg

Some oldies

Obama party - March 2

Hi Friends!

We just signed up to host a "Yes We Can" Obama party run by MoveOn.org Political Action.

Sunday, 2 Mar 2008, 4:00 PM

We'll be reminding Texas voters about the critical Democratic primary on March 4, which could decide the race between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama.
This event is really important, and I'd love for you to attend.

Bring your cell phone, charger and something to eat/drink!
This is a fun-raiser not a fund-raiser!

You can sign up for the "Yes We Can" Obama party we're hosting, or to host your own, at: http://political.moveon.org/event/callforobama/44474

Here are the details of the event:

Yes, we can/ Si', se puede!
A.1.A. South, one mile south of Anastasia Publix
4600 A.1.A. South, 21,
Village Las Palmas Circle
St Augustine,, FL 32080
Tel 904 806 1400

We hope you'll sign up.
Peg/Jo/Sali McIntire

Castlebay - and Celtic Music

Peg met Julia Lane and Fred Gosbee, musicians from the Celtic tradition, when she was a Campobello (Bay of Fundy) last summer while on an Elderhostal trip.

Her enchantment with them resulted in a visit during which they performed at the Ocean Gallery Condominium, Flagler College, and the Center for Positive Living.

The concerts drew enthusiastic audiences.