This morning, my compañera
Ariel and I met Lauren in the Publix parking lot – we were car-pooling, in this
case truck-pooling, to Ft Myers to protest bush’s vp’s appearance there. Ft Myers
is an hour ride that took us almost two hours to arrive. He was appearing on a
sprawling college campus, the Florida Gulf Coast University. We found out later
that this land we are on used to be wetlands that were paved over in order to
hold this environmental studies college – go figure. When we turn off the road
to drive onto the campus, a handful of Kerry supporters stand on the corner –
we honk madly and wave at each other!
We
drive quite a ways onto the campus before we see the arena. We follow the
students directing us to park on a huge field next to the stadium where cheney
is scheduled to appear. I skip a few empty spaces to park at the end of the
lane so that I have easy leaving access – and more truck visibility. Almost
instantly security appears – a buff white male little older than the students –
who shouts at me get back in line. I
calmly explain to him I need room to turn around without damaging someone
else’s vehicle. He finally tells me okay in terms that make it seem it was his
idea. As we get out the truck, a young white womon and her 4 year old son pull
in next to us and introduce themselves as fellow activists who were looking for
us! We’re happy to connect. Last nite when we sent out the action alert, we
were unable to chose a meeting spot because we’d never been to Ft Myers
previously.
We
began to naively take out the banners when the same youngish cop returned to
tell us we’re not allowed to protest here. He’s joined by another white male
officer who takes macho to new heights. This officer imperiously directs us to
leave the parking area, leave this part of the campus and to go to the student
union – the empty student union – where there is a “free speech” protest area
set up for us.
Right.
I
refuse and demand instead to talk to the man in charge – I’m informed the chief
is not there. I get his phone number and call his office. The young person who
answers the phone struggles to be polite and helpful. When I do not accept the ‘chief
is out of the office routine’, she agrees to radio him. As I’m waiting on the
line, Lauren puts in a quick call to Andrea to get her expert advice – can they
really tell us we can’t protest in front of the building?
While
I’m holding on the phone, the macho police officer keeps attempting to get us
to move along. We inform him that we are going in to see our vice president. He
asks for our tickets and we are ready with “Our friends are meeting us out
front with the tickets.” He howls with contempt and declares snidely: “You’re
never gonna get in cause they’ve given out five times the number of tickets
then they have room for.” He points out the absurdly long line of white
republicans standing in stifling heat and humidity waiting to get into the
building – the place we want to be.
While
I’m holding on the phone, the first police officer seems to have shifted
allegiances – his peer’s macho-madness seems to make him more calm and reasonable,
even almost supportive! Lauren whispers to me that Andrea affirms we have the
right to protest but reminds us there’s not enuff of us here yet for some of us
to get arrested and out of commission for however long they decide to detain us.
While
I’m still waiting on the phone, our kind officer informs us that he’s just
heard from the chief and we can protest on the sidewalk along the sides of the
road where the cars are turning into the parking lot (instead of shut away at
an empty student union) – a victory if I’ve ever seen one!!!!
We
thank him for his efforts and continue to head towards the building, sans signs
except for the clothes we’re wearing. Macho man tries to stop us but our new
friend informs him we are not going to protest, just pick up tickets.
Right!
As
we approach the building and the long lines of melting republicans, we see a
lone Vietnam war vet standing and holding a large “Another Viet Nam war veteran
for Kerry” sign. We whoop and holler as we walk towards him. There are five
adult protestors now and we scan the crowds for the rest of the CodePINK womxxn.
Leslie, the young mother that has joined us, tells us there has to be other
protestors – she belongs to a large local group that was committed to
demonstrating today.
While
we’re talking, a TV cameraperson and reporter approach the vet to interview
him. He only gets to speak briefly before a very well-dressed white-haired
republican white woman (not to be redudant), probably in her 70’s pops up and
begins challenging him and his position. I ease over to stand behind yet
between the two. When this woman states that bush is a christian man, I
immediately take over the interview and get to have this woman explain to me
“What exactly is christian about bush?”
“Why
he prays every day, and he reads his bible,” she claims with acute religious
authority, the cameras steadily rolling.
“Oh
okay,” I respond, my words dripping with incredulity I hope. “So he prays and reads
his bible and this makes him a christian? I always thought it was the works a
man does in his life that determines his christianity, following in the
footsteps of Jesus.”
She
turns and sincerely reassures the viewing audience “President Bush indeed does
follow in the steps of Jesus, by protecting our country and keeping us safe.”
“By
bombing innocent women, children and men?” I persist.
“An
eye for an eye” she vehemently spits out at me.
I
attempt to hide my glee as I tell the viewing audience and her “And Jesus said,
you have heard it said, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, but I say
unto you love thine enemies, do good to those who would harm you. How has bush
loved our enemies and done good to them?’
At
this point, my good Christian woman turns heel as she yells at me “If you’ve
really taken jesus as your saviour, you’d understand our sweet lord.”
I
yell back, even though I tried not to: “Jesus said blessed are the
peacemakers.” And even though I really wanted to say “I have no lord, sweet or otherwise,”
but that was off-topic.
The
cameras didn’t follow her but kept rolling on me this time – I ignored them as
I spoke with the reporter, explaining why we were here, how crucial it is to
get the message to cheney we know who he is, we know about his Halliburton
connection driving us into war so he can get even more wealthy by helping
himself to Iraqi’s oil. I got to say the only moral and conscious thing for
cheney to do is to resign. I got to talk about domestic issues and cheney’s
vote against the assault weapons ban that recently was allowed by this
administration to lapse.
We
all got major news coverage, no arrests, and we were happy our work was
finished for the day.
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