We are scheduled to protest out in front of yet another high school. It is very hot, we are tired, but we make it in time to banner for at least 6 school buses.
We are heartened that these Fairfield/Vacaville students, most likely either from military families or highly recruited through JROTC which sits prominently right on their campus, are so positive, flashing peace symbols and grins, as the buses roar by.
One of the bus drivers, a large middle aged white woman, holds her nose as she drives the bus with her other hand down the narrow 2 lane street.
We proceed to the airforce base, where several white people, including their teenage daughter, stand waiting and waving flags, chanting "usa, usa, usa" and "Navy Seals 1; Osama 0".
We have decided "DISARM" will be our theme at the air force base today. We chant "Stop the Killing, Stop the Hate! NO more torture, NO more Rape".
We sing mournfully, weeping for the dead and devastated; and we dance full of faith that the time has come for peace to rise. Our singing, mourning, and dancing is much to the annoyance of the counter-protesters. We invite them to dialogue with us at 6pm when our protest will be over. by 5:10, they are bored, gather up their huge u.s. flags, plop into their new, shiny, bright blue double-door pickup truck and take off.
Lucia thinks they don't understand "dialogue" and she says they probably think we are talking about killing a tree! hahaha