Stories from the Station: To Steal or To Kill
We certainly did have a full day at the recruiting station today, despite the frigid air and windy streets but no rain!
Norma and Zanne began at 7:30a.m. to the steady enthusiastic horn honks of passers-by during morning rush hour. Three of the new, young recruits appeared, the males freshly sheared, by 9:00a.m. The Social Justice class, young with boundless locks, from Saint Mary’s came at 10:00 to share the protest and talk about what we are all doing to end the occupation of
The recruits refused to stop and talk with their peers, choosing instead to give them wide birth yet duly noted everyone. Several CodePINKers also came to engage with the students and their teacher. Many promised to spread the word about the upcoming debate on the 30th and to bring friends and peers!
Diana brought the New York Times article about yet another veteran of the
Several ex-Marines either came by on foot or drove by, all heaping their gratitude and praise on us. One man bought a pink crown that Eleanor made to help cover expenses – which we incurred almost immediately when we discovered we needed batteries for the megaphone.
At noon, Lajuana came to lead about 12 of us in song, including a CodePINK visitor from
The city council members didn’t make it, but we continued to broadcast our dissent. Travis, a veteran from the Iraq war, came with quotes from Major General Smedley Butler, a 30+ year Marine veteran, that included his views against war profiteering and fascism.
Even though we had a permit for sound, the neighbor (who wouldn’t believe we had a permit) from the upstairs school called the police to complain. The police arrived on their bikes, challenging the existence of our permit, which was promptly produced, and then proceeded to inform us that he believed our megaphone was over the allowed megabytes. He was going to send out someone to measure the sound, but never did.
We are urging this neighbor and all of the tenants to complain loud and long to the landlord about ridding the building of this tenant that is disturbing everyone’s peace, especially
The Daily Cal photographer came and took pictures, as the paper is doing a story on the upcoming debate! A KFSO red, white, and blue bumper sticker that said “support our troops”, appeared on the side of the truck over the ‘o’ of the CodePINK. Usually I would leave it up and write on it “Bring them Home” across it, but it was covering a letter – and it wouldn’t come off in one piece so we could move it.
For our Dance For Peace, Dolores brought an Etta James album and we moved to a snappy “Blowin’ in the Wind”, warming us up as the sun retreated.
The saddest point today was the appearance of a new recruit – a sweet, beautiful toasted-honey brown boy with the most gorgeous eyes and smile who told me the Marines saved his life – rescued him from a life of crime, for he would be on the corner right now, plotting what to steal if he wasn’t in the Marines.
From stealing to killing, this is an improvement? I asked him if he wasn’t a college student, as