rae's CODEPINK road journal

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Halloween Canvass-style

Today is the buzzkill of the get out the vote project for me. I wake up shivering, still clinging to nightmares and visions of door to door canvassing and barcoded papers flying everywhere. I have this spot on my cheek that isn’t getting better, so that I feel like a leper when I go up each door and greet the inhabitants. Even a shower doesn’t really help. The minute I get to the office I realize that I forgot my cell phone and have to go back to the house. Thus starts the day.

Ryan and I depart to canvas in the eastside. We listen to great music in Ryan’s car. He drops me off in ward 19 and I begin to canvas. The problem is that everything is grey; I can’t tell where the pavement ends and the subdivisions and condos begin, and where these two story holding boxes for human lives end and the drab slate sky begins. All the streets have names like “Meadowbrook” and “Dayflower,” “Dawn” and “Sunfield.” And some of the addresses I have are for places like “2236 Dawn Apt. #4.” The only problem is that the apartments in 2236 Dawn are lettered, not numbered! I feel the kind of mass replica closterphobia that I feel when I’m in a mall for over twenty minutes. Never ending suburbia is swallowing me up. I ground myself by sitting under a tree, eating a pbj sandwich, and calling Tzadik, who tells me that a Congressman and family friend just told his (Tzadik’s) dad that Kerry is going to win for sure. This is one of four things that I hear this morning that encourages me keep on trucking. The other three are: My mom tells me that folks in California have resorted to dousing their Kerry/Edwards signs in itching powder to punish stealthy sign thieves. My Canadian friend Alon calls to tell me that he did a dedication in a sweat lodge to honor the “hard work our brothers and sisters are doing down south for the election,” and he tells me that he is going to have a healing circle on Tuesday morning. And, Josh expresses how good it is that I am in Wisconsin. Without these inspiring, humorous, and empassioned comments, I may have never made it to writing this journal entry.

Somehow, I continue going door to door, until I am dizzy with disorientation in the burbs of affluenza. Every door I go to is already papered with ACT, MoveOn, and/or Kerry propaganda. The day only worsens. Once I go into the neighborhood with older, middle class homes, each person who answers the door is disgruntled, and then outraged, that I am there. I have never had so many doors slammed in my face. One woman even says that if another person comes calling, she will “change her vote.” I don’t have time to tell her that we are non-partisan (for what it’s worth), because the door promptly slams shut. At one point I am canvassing steadily two houses behind the two young Democrat women putting Kerry door hangers up. We even introduce ourselves to each other.

As the night wears on, Halloween commences, and little kids troupe around with their buckets, while I mourn the lack of my rockin’ pink slip costume. Parents answering the doors seem horrified that I would even be out on a night like this—on a holiday—and they look at me with disgust. Some are friendly and give me candy, which I eat hungrily, and then feel super-sick. There are four options for a person on my list of names to contact: totally dark house with no signs of life, Yes! definitely voting, bad address, and in college (which is also a bad address.) None of these options really does us any good.

At the very end of the night I get to an apartment complex full of young people. Would have been good to be there all day! I meet a man from Puebla, Mexico, and we talk for a bit. Finally, it is time to go, and Ryan picks me up. We leave suburbia and head back to the office. I will write the full story of this insane day when the election is over. When I return to NVP headquarters, I decide to catch the bus to Milwaukee, where my efforts may be far more needed.

Saturday, October 30, 2004

Pre-Halloween Saturday

Continuation... Saturday I canvass all day (shift and a half) in the west side, running between houses and totalling 257 doors... whew... who knew canvassing could be such a workout? I think the most successfull part is the door-to-door apartment work talking with folks who otherwise might not have voted. The suburban middle-class house part is mostly bad addresses and kids at college.

When I return to the office, there are all these barcode printing problems and my great expectations of a fabulous halloween are numbed. We do eventually make it to State St.- WI halloween hq- but we're in our street clothes and sober, a most dull combo for such a night of madness and absurdity. Some people have really innovative political costumes: there's a gang of guys with sandwich boards cut out in the shape of swing states, about seven in all, and there's a guy with all the degress of fear- code green, yellow, orange, red, etc.- on a big sign on his chest, and of course there are many bush and kerry characters, and a gang of "undecided voters" with question mark t-shirts. The night ends at a Mexican restaurant with burritos and good company, but not much in the spirit of all hallow's eve. The pre-party pink slip dress-up show that Natalia and I had the night before will have to suffice.

Madison Canvassing, Halloween, and Catholics

Today I got on the bus in Milwaukee at seven am thanks to the awesome driving of Ms. Natalia. I arrived in Madison just in time to work a shift and a half in the west side, for a grand total of about 230 doors knocked on.

Interesting things that happened today: I was greeted at a door by a big Halloween party of twentysomethings who thought that I was in full costume as a canvasser and didn’t take me seriously at first—they thought I really had it down, Vote hat, headlamp, binder, and all!

Thing #2: I went to the bathroom at a Catholic church that was having a religious revival and baptism. I picked up some great literature, including “The Voters Guide for the Serious Catholic.”

And then there was Saturday night Halloween in Madison…

Friday, October 29, 2004

Friday Night Fish Fry

Friday night we-Natalia, Wes, Homa, Alisha and her boyfriend, and I-go to the Lakefront Brewery for the Friday night fish fry, which entails the following:
-one big table of happy people and 6 orders of fried cod, which comes with potato pancakes, coleslaw, and rye bread
-two pitchers of pumpkin beer (absolutely delicious)
-two old men who become known as the skeevy Democrats who hit on us when Wes steps away from the table
-two men in lederhosen, one with an accordion, playing polka on the grand stage
-a huge (tall and long) room with intense acoustics filled with Wisconsin-ites indulging in local culture and lots of food and dancing
-one funky chicken dance (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun (beaks).... dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun (wings).... dun, dun, dun, dan, dan, dan, dan, dat, dat, dat, dat(shake))
-AND...

Natalia and I make a special request that the band announce Election Day this coming Tuesday and, because they are "not that political," they make a deal with us that they'll do a voting plug if we yodel. That's right, Natalia and I yodeled (read: yodelahihu!) into the big silver mike for a whole song to get them to give the shout out to go to the polls! Now that's rockin' the vote!

Natalia and Wes and I went home deliriously; Natalia and I modeled our pink slips; we all watched Outfoxed.

Milwaukee Wind-Down

Today is Friday and I wake up dreaming of door knocking and box ticking-this stuff is permeating my brain... I drive Natalia to work and chill in the beautiful store that she works in- lost of expensive clothes, purses, and some cool jewelry. And I meet Alisha. And then I run about 10,000 errands in only an hour and a half (pretty remarkable, right?). This includes a trip to the post office to pick up a package for my mom which entails a big blow out with the man behind the counter who has clearly gone postal since 9/11 with security proceedures. I notice a silver placard on the wall that announces that the post office has been dedicated to Mr. George Bush--quick, we need a clearing! The women waiting in line with me are all voting and are all anti-George. Finally I get the package- and what a package it is: a box full of Halloween bags for Natalia, Wes and me from my mama, who is the greatest mom around (in case you haven't heard.) I stop by the shoe store and give the clerk an "Another Business says No.. to war in Iraq" poster and a pink slip bush flier. I finally arrive at work where I learn that yesterday the Milwaukee crew collectively knocked on over 3,100 doors! I spend the day (which is gorgeous and sunny outside) in the basement office barcoding, listening to good beats, preping turfs, and doing general office work... before the awesome night on the town commences... fish fry and pumpkin beer, here we come...

Thursday, October 28, 2004

UWM Morning Vigil, FM Day 2

Natalia and I, ironing board and big bag o Codepink gear, take UWMilwaukee by storm Thursday morning. We set up the ironing board in a busy crossway of the Student Union and start passing out "pink slip bush" fliers and other information. We vigil for an hour and a half and get over ten signatures for the new Codepink Milwaukee. We talk with a woman named Alisa who is interested in helping to start the new organization and is super active in feminist groups on campus and we meet the two women from D.C. who are leading the Feminist Majority projects in Milwaukee. Natalia rocks the Codepink scene.

I prep turfs and lead a crew out for day two and we collectively knock on 311 doors in St. Francis and South Milw... to be continued...

Wednesday, October 27, 2004


With Sam at Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac Ranch

Friday, October 22, 2004

Ritz, Dog Mauling, and Rain... Oh My!

NOTE: Preceding days to be added VERY SOON!

Today was my third day of canvassing for the New Voters Project... and what a day it was. I woke up to light streaming in through the blinds of the basement bachelor pad and all sorts of foul exclamations came to mind as I realized that my cell phone alarm hadn't gone off (thanks to a late night text message that blocked the sound on the alarm) and had thus missed the bus to Milwaukee. No vigiling for Codepink. No Kerry speaking event. No working for GOTV in Milwaukee. No fish fry with Natalia and Wes. Alas, Madison worked all elements of fate to get me to stay; the universe would not see me leave so soon.

I went to work at the Madison office for another day and drove a crew out to the westside. My turf was in an uber-rich area (read: driveways as long as minute-long distances between houses). Beautiful hilly area, to be sure- tall green pines and deciduous trees pregnant with dark red and violent neon shades of leaves, some already ebbing over and spilling their girth onto streets and pathways, creating yellow brick roads and mosaic patterns on the black tarmack. I went door to door and met lots of friendly parents reporting mostly that their kids were away at college and definitely voting.

BUT, one driveway I walked up yeilded an unforseen surprise: All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, two large irish setter/golden retreiver looking dogs emerged in full force- barking and foaming at the mouth. I thought, "alright, it's cool, just getting attacked by some very territorial dogs," and I looked down at the ground and backed away VERY slowly, with the accompaniment of my complimentary spirit ;-)

The rest of the day was wet and I contacted a lot of parents whose kids were away at college. Then Samantha and I went driving around canvassing door to door with wheels as the rain continued outside, and we tried to hunt down seemingly invisible apartment complexes.

That night, the whole New Voters crew went out dancing at this club called the Majestic. Josh got us all in for free since the owner is very supportive of the young voting cause and we rocked the dance floor and the tequila shots. The Madison New Voters Project kids are definitely rockstars.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Wisconsin-Bound

I fly the red-eye to Wisconsin on Monday night and arrive in Milwaukee to the greetings of Natalia and Wes. Sweet reunions, arrivals gates, good stuff. We go back to their apartment and I fall fast asleep. I spend the day acclimating, to the time difference, the weather, the cheese state. We all three have a great night hanging out with each other and in the morning I take the badger bus to Madison to work with the New Voters Project (www.newvotersproject.org), which is one of the best things I have ever participated in, thanks to incredible friendship with the hard working, skillful, optimistically cynical, and ever-inspiring mr. tulkin.

Many stories are born out of the following days. Some are highlighted in the following days' blogs, and some are to be retold only in person. I will share some of the quirks and experiences from Milwaukee to Madison to Milwaukee to Madison to Milwaukee... and back...

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Rockin' the Pumpkin Festival

In the afternoon, I drive back to Half Moon Bay from Santa Rosa where the Bioneers conference was held, and I go to the Pumpkin Festival, Half Moon Bay’s big annual claim to fame, with my parents. The Pumpkin Festival covers the entire Main Street with booths of crafty and novelty items, a food court full of pumpkin-flavored items and other foods to benefit different coastside groups, a large stage predominately dominated with bad acid rock groups, but sometimes featuring great bands covering the golden oldies, the Bank of America parking lot converted into a kids’ carnival replete with pumpkin pie eating contests, bean bag tosses, and face painting, and this year the added novelty of Nokia and Sony semi trucks filled with gaming machines and software expos, and a Starbucks booth—corporations encroach on small town fun, even in good old HMB. This year, the Pumpkin Festival was even featured on several radio stations and they ran advertisements for it that sounded very yuppified, if you ask me… but nobody really did ask me… We stroll down the street and arrive at Ocean Books, which is owned by the editor of the Salt Reader, Madeline, who is outside tabling for the Democrats and the Kerry campaign, and who has been handing out Codepink info that my mom and I copied for her (well, actually, my mom did all the copying- she made an incredible donation to Codepink by offering to copy hundreds of bright pink fliers for us!). The Democrats inform me that they have registered over 600 new voters that weekend at the Pumpkin Festival!

I see Larkin Evans, a phenomenal art teacher who used to run the peer counseling program at the local high school, an outstanding, and in my opinion essential, program which has since been cut from the curriculum due to budget constraints. Larkin is very supportive of Codepink and has supported me in ways not fully describable since I had her as a teacher in high school; she is an angelic and fiercely graceful woman. We get pumpkin ice cream and pumpkin pie and pumpkin bread and I hand out a lot of Codepink fliers throughout the whole parade, and a Peaceful Police Officer button to a cop. I run into my friend Robbie, who went to high school with me, and he is wearing a “Viva Bush” sticker, which he says his mom put on him. I convince him to take a Codepink flier and an extra one for his parents, and I give him a “pink slip Bush” sticker. He is uneasy about it, but I assure him that his dad doesn’t need to know exactly who he really votes for on Nov. 2. Right before I am about to go mad with crowd claustrophobia, a thick rain erupts and drenches everything. I think it is a welcome rain and I dance in it, finally having space to move as the streets clear out with everyone dashing into the sellers’ booths. I find a lion pendant at a bead shop stand and it reminds me of the YOE-LIONS (www.yoe-lions.org) vision, so I feel compelled to buy it as a sort of good luck charm or future gift. We make our way back to the car and journey home through the traffic.

Friday, October 15, 2004

Bioneers Conference

A Raeven’s View of the 15th Annual Bioneers Conference at the Marin Center in Santa Rosa, California
October 15-17, 2004

The Bioneers conference opened with the declaration that the current battle is not between the West and Islam or the developed and developing countries, but is between a disposable and a sustainable world. In this respect, we need immediate disarmament.
Opening comments also included founder Kenny Ausubel’s statement that the current administration and its delusional faith-based politics seem to make the statement, “Let us pray… let us prey on the public, that is!” Both Kenny and his wife and co-founder of Bioneers, Nina Simons, emphasized that life creates conditions conducive to life; our destiny is inextricably tied to the web of life; our interconnectedness must guide our opposition to rationalist, corporate agendas that drive us away from precautionary principles. Indeed, this sentiment was best described by the quote on the cover of the Bioneers conference program, accredited to David Suzuki: “We are the environment. There is no distinction.”

What we need now, the Bioneers spirit stresses, is a renewed culture of restoration, reconciliation, and healing, with the understanding that the environment is a trans-national issue, one which sees no borders, and with the idea that our constitutional rights should protect against “extermination without representation.” The idea that we are a connected species, that we are one web of life, this is what family values should be about.
Bioneers heroically balanced responsible recognition of the grave problems that we are facing today with fierce optimism, following Tom Robin’s premise that we must “refuse to lift our gaze from the dark misery, but celebrate nonetheless.” Kenny stated, “We need to show the world that there is another America. A progressive America. And most importantly we need to get connected globally and honor the work that’s going on all over; we need to connect the dots.” Kenny ended his opening with a story about a midwife who said that when a woman in labor draws her last harrowing breath and knows she cannot draw another with equal force and survive, she, as the midwife, knows that the baby is on its way. “The baby is on its way,” Kenny said, “and this is a birthday.”

I will highlight some of the speaker’s presentations below:

Jay Harman spoke about biomimecry, which is technology that, rather than working against nature as most industrial revolution-based tech does, mimics nature’s designs. He spoke about the golden spiral shape common to sea shells, tornadoes, fire updrafts, water columns, etc. He stated that streamline tech works with linear designs which counter this natural spiral shape. By working with nature’s designs, Jay has developed better tech for energy efficiency. Jay stated, “It’s not just okay to feel optimistic, it’s essential. We have the resources; we need the will.”

LaDonna Redmond, a passionate community activist, African-American priestess, mother of two, and wife from Chicago spoke about her work with nutrition and environmental justice issues in her urban homeland. She emphasized that “If we stand strong, it is because we stand on the strong shoulders of those who have gone before us.” Drawing on her ancestral wisdom for guidance, she has tirelessly crusaded for healthy food options for her community. Prompted by her son’s birth and subsequent repeated sickness due to food allergies, LaDonna began a fierce education in nutrition. She asked, “What can I do to protect the potential of my son?” She didn’t find answers in the medical community, of which she stated, “Doctors are not always the smartest people; they are the people who stay in school the longest.” She has explored the broken relationship between African-Americans and land stewardship and has addressed food access issues in urban low-income areas on both the local and state levels in Illinois. She stressed that everyone must be included in sustainable community endeavors, that cultural diversity is necessary in these endeavors. She is creating a return to the ancestral kitchen through her work in setting up urban farms, produce stands, and young child health education. She is working with community economic development rather than social services.
Later, in a private press conference, LaDonna discussed the idea of “listening to the land,” and how African-Americans have become distant from the land because of the violent relationship with the land, viewing land as enemy, as opportunity for oppression, that slavery precluded. LaDonna stated, “The land has a story, a song, a rhythm, and getting in touch with that is part of engaging with the land, touching, walking, and being with the land.” I asked LaDonna a question about a comment she made in her presentation about the difference between feminism and “womanism.” She said that for her, the personal is political, and that she feels that feminism is a word coming from the dominant culture, and she prefers womanism, which allows her to be “sassy or charming,” “flexible for a woman of color,” and emphasizes a “rainbow of opportunity to become a woman.”

Satish Kumar had a small press meeting which I attended with much excitement as I have been trying to meet with him for the past year. Satish and his friend—after seeing Bertrand Russell get arrested for protesting nuclear warfare at the age of 90 years old in 1961, and asking themselves what they were doing, in Delhi, sitting at a café—made a global walk for peace in the early 1970s, visiting each major city in countries with nuclear weapons: from Gandhi’s grave in Delhi to Moscow, Paris, London, and Washington, D.C., ending at JFK’s grave. He told the story of how he was walking with his companion through the Himalayas and a car passed them, then stopped 100 ft. ahead, and came back to ask if they wanted a ride. “No,” they replied, “We are walking.” “Where are you going? I can take you anywhere you are going,” the man replied. “We are walking to America,” Satish said, to which the man, who was American, balked and gave them his business card, telling them to call when they reached the States. Two years later, in Philadelphia, they called the man, and asked if he remembered meeting two boys in the mountains in India who were going to the USA. “Yes,” he replied, “What ever happened to those boys?” “We are those boys, and we are in your city right now!” Satish replied, and they all got together to celebrate. Satish and his friend traveled for two years without a cent, carrying only trust and love for the universe and humanity.
Satish talked about the creation and distribution of Resurgence magazine and his work with E. F. Schumacher, whose college he now teaches at. Schumacher advocated that “small is beautiful,” but Satish stated that “small” is not enough; smallness is a framework from which to strive to keep life on a human scale. Rules and regulations should serve human beings, not the other way around. Bigger isn’t better, but is more impersonal and less human. Satish repeated a quote which says, “Our work is to light a candle rather than curse the dark.” His vision of activism is to use the imagination, aesthetic qualities, and celebration to bring ecologic and economic wholeness, not just intellectual aspects.
Satish answered a question about terrorism, stating that terrorism is not a new phenomenon, as we could see pre-9/11 the terrorist violence in the work of Lenin, Mao, and Nelson Mandela. “Terrorists always have a political reason,” Satish stated, “and you must meet their reasons to kill the cause of terrorism. We must ask why the nineteen people [on the planes that crashed into the World Trade Center] were so angry that they were able to kill themselves.” This is in accordance with the second noble truth of Buddhism, which says that after identifying the problem and the suffering, one must understand the cause. Satish emphasized the importance of communicating with the terrorists.
I asked Satish about how to teach nonviolence to young people, and he stated that we must teach by example, that nonviolence is not a technique, but is a way of life, a paradigm, a strategy to resolve conflict that should come out of life experiences. We must teach by example, and sow the seeds of nonviolence. He went on to state that schools are very violent places, where rules and regulations are translated into discipline. Schools should instead be places of caring, where respect for the children teaches them to be nonviolent. He stated that it is a subtle form of violence to view kids as mini-adults who must be imposed with rules, that this is a very arrogant perspective.
Satish also talked about the fast pace of modern life, and stated, “G-d made no shortage of time,” so we should not hurry our building and have patience for long-term results. In his school, The Small School, Satish emphasizes the need for young people to learn experientially about food, sewing, and building, through cooking, craft-making, gardening, etc. He said that in the modern education we have forgotten to teach how to make three things: food (to grow, prepare, serve, and eat); clothes (to design, sew, mend, and even spin and weave); and houses (to build, design, foundation, plumbing, insulation, etc.). I asked Satish to comment on how home economics programs and shop classes have been phased out of education as a partial result of the former sexism associated with these courses, and the feminist movement. Satish stated that he is a feminist, and that he believes that these skills should not be restricted to gender, that “everybody should do all the jobs, not just women.” And then he talked about how much he enjoys cooking with his wife.
Satish has a new book to be released soon, entitled The Buddha and the Terrorist. In the book, by calling the terrorist a friend, Buddha disarms him. Satish’s message is that the “world has seen many, many wars and we have seen that none of them have succeeded. War as a method to solve any problem is not a right technique. The US failed to win the hearts and minds of people in Vietnam, as they are continuing to fail today. What works is negotiation!” Moreover, we are to “be nonviolent. Be peace.”

Amory Lovins spoke about the oil endgame and emphasized how better automobile technology, making the physics of cars lighter by using carbon-composites, would save gasoline, allowing for better fuel efficiency, and would make cars safer. He presented his plan, which requires a $180 billion dollar investment and returns $150 billion dollars a year in saving oil costs, not including the unknown benefits of not preferentially treating countries with oil (and leading ourselves into wars and strife). His plan would make the USA free from mass oil consumption in the next 10 years using supply-side substitutions in design, biofuel, natural gas, and government-induced incentives.

Jason Clay talked about agricultural transformations and used specific case studies (shrimp trolling vs. aquaculture; rice on the Yangtze River; and sugarcane cultivation) to show how when farmers work with nature, rather than fighting against it, better practices reveal more competitive output and healthier systems.

Martha Arguello spoke about environmental justice and reciprocity, highlighting the precautionary principle and asking, “How much do we really need to compromise?” She stated that we should not have to trade health for economic gain, and that health is not a privilege, but a right. She said that through her work she has discovered that the combination of theory and practice to envision a different future doesn’t just belong to technocrats, but belongs to the community.

T. Allan Comp gave an afternoon workshop talking about his restoration work from both an aesthetic and ecologic perspective. He talked about his project in Vintondale, Pennsylvania, a rural town with a population fewer than 600. The town’s main livelihood used to be coal mining, and, since coal was unregulated before 1977, large deposits of acid mine drainage (AMD) occur in the main river going through the area, creating yellow-orange deposits along the bank. 75% of the population lives below the poverty line and over 50% of the population is over 60 years old. This typical coal town became the site for Allan’s AMD and ART project because it had the “visual humor and engagement” that Allan finds “interesting.” Whereas standard passive water treatment projects would have simply created several water cleaning pools, which are neither attractive nor conspicuous to the passing observer, Allan wanted to create a project that was both artistic and educational.
The result was the creation of a natural drainage system: six pools of water, each surrounded by different clusters of trees which changed their colors in the fall, ranging from red leaves (at the most contaminated pool), to yellows, to greens at the bottom. This meaningful forest, called the “Litmus Garden,” was used as an educational tool. Allan also identified what the community wanted and based on his findings built a baseball field, play area, riparian area nature trail, and added signs about the wetlands and project strategically throughout the existing miner’s trail, open to public access. After removing layers of coal deposits, the foundations of the old mining houses were visible and used as a historical restoration site, where a mosaic with a map of the community and the original blue prints will be built. The mosaic will include the word “hope” written in the 22 original native languages of the miners that worked in Vintondale. Life-sized slate tablets etched with sketches of miners going in and out of the mines were installed at the entrance to one of the old shafts by the Americorps and VISTA staff members who facilitated the project. Americorps workers also implemented a project created by the winner of a Penn. State landscape architecture competition for the AMD and ART project called “A Clean Slate,” which included a slate for people to write on (like a chalkboard, using slate indigenous to the region), and carbon plants prehistorically native to the area, showing the life-cycle of coal.
Allan said that often in restoration projects people are looking for a plan that is “good, cheap, and fast.” He said that you can pick two of those three, but all three are never possible. Allan stated, “Good science won’t work in a vacuum,” and stated that the relationships between ecology, art, and community are essential in any restoration project. He also talked about how much newfound pride and hope in their cultural heritage and land. Regarding the interaction between artists and engineers in this project, Allan stated that, “Art gives people permission to talk about emotions and aspects of life that they may not be able to discuss in their professional settings.”
Sources pertaining to artistic restoration work: www.greenmuseum.org, www.amdandart.org, www.ecoartnetwork.org, the women’s environmental artist directory (book), and the Earthworks Institute.

Today, I registered one voter, made two new friends, met countless others, witnessed inexplicably inspiring talks, and ended the day with a shamanic healing session, which conveyed the idea that from now until the election, we need to spend time each day visualizing November 2nd as perfect and ideal, and sending this positive energy out into the universe.

On Saturday, October 16, 2004:

I woke up under an overcast sky visible through the broad oak trees overhead and left China Basin campsite just in time to get to the Bioneers tent to hear the first keynote speaker of the day begin her talk: Amy Goodman.

Amy Goodman gave a phenomenal talk based on her book, Exception to the Rulers. In introducing Amy, Kenny Ausubel said, “Like a surfer catching the perfect wave, she’s right where she needs to be.” Amy said, “It is our responsibility in the media to go where the silence is.” She talked about how the media is supposed to be a check and balance to the government, hence it holds specific rights as specified in the Constitution, but that it has been saturated by corporate control and has gone virtually unchecked by the millions of mass-media consumers. She talked about how the overwhelming number of people who die in a war are innocent civilians, but we don’t see this footage on television. She state that war is not a civilized answer to conflict in the 21st century. “Dissent,” Amy stated, “is what makes this country safe.”
She talked about 9/11 and the unnoticed deaths of those who weren’t recorded because their families were afraid to come forward for fear of deportation, or those who were impoverished or unknown. She talked about the similarity between the “missing person” signs pasted everywhere in Manhattan and the desaparecidos signs carried by women in Argentina’s Plaza de Mayo. She also talked about the many historic terrorist events that have occurred on September 11, including Pinochet, about whom she was giving a special radio show on the morning of 9/11. This knowledge was bone-chilling to me: Amy Goodman, hosting a radio show blocks from the twin towers, talking about terrorism, as it happened on our own soil. “To kill or be killed,” Amy stated, “I don’t know which is worse.” “These are critical times,” Amy stated regarding the Patriot Act, “when the librarian has to be a freedom fighter.” On the media, Amy said: “I see the media as a huge kitchen table that stretches across the continent, which we all sit around and discuss the major issues of the day—life and death, war and peace—and anything less than this is a disservice to the men and women of this country.”
In her later press conference, Amy talked about the influence of her Orthodox Jewish grandfather and of spirituality in her work. She said that her family history dates back to the Baal Shem Tov and that her background has shaped her values on the Middle East and her deep values of social justice that necessitate working towards solutions. She talked about defining terrorism, and how abortion clinic bombings are terrorist activities which are not given much attention by the current administration, which prides itself on being anti-choice. She said that when someone tells her that s/he wants to make a difference and asks what s/he should do, she replies that one should do what one loves to do and go far with that. Regarding objectivity in today’s media, she stated, “If you share the establishment consensus, then you’re objective. If you step outside of it, then you’re opinionated.” When I asked Amy what she would say to a woman (in the South) who says that she’s not political, isn’t voting, or is voting whatever her husband tells her to vote, Amy responded, “It’s our responsibility and privilege to participate and to vote.” She said that single young women are the largest nonvoting block, and said that she suspects this could be for one of two reasons. Either young women don’t feel like they have an effect, don’t feel that they count or have a voice, or women don’t identify with the rich, male candidates. To a woman who votes what her husband tells her, Amy said she would say, “Would you like your daughter to participate? Well then it’s how you act that will make her do so.” She talked about the recent incident in which young college women at the U of A in Tucson were registering students to vote, and Fox TV pulled up and told the students that they were committing a felony by registering the students, who in their faulty understanding of the voting system had to vote in their home states. They put this misinformation and story on the news. Imagine the effects of such an atrocity. And this is happening in many places in the country.

John Mowhawk shared his worldview about the evolution of people and plants and the egregious wrongdoings of Monsanto and other genetically-modified seed companies and laboratories.

Candace Pert, a pioneer female biologist gave a presentation on the “molecules of emotion” and on her work to “cure AIDS now!” She has found and named Peptide T, which binds to the cellular receptor CCR5, the same one that the common AIDS virus uses. With proper clinical testing, and positive intentions, this could be the missing agent to cure AIDS non-toxically. Regarding her training of a man who would become the head of the CDC, she said, “One of the great things that happens to women—the people you train will one day be in very high places.” (See The Institute for New Medicine online at www.tinm.org)

Danielle Drake performed a spoken word piece about African-American issues and world conditions.

Michael Lerner spoke on personal and planetary healing and the emerging environmental health movement. “This annual gathering of our tribe is such a powerful experience.” “On a political level, the United States is acting in a way that is classic of a hegemonic power in its twilight hours. As powers decline, they begin to act more and more selfishly, not representing the consensus of the people who brought them together.”
Michael diagnosed the patient, planet earth, and emerged with a great deal of hope. “You can understand the impact of humanity on earth by multiplying population by consumption and technology.” We need then to give women power, love children, return to frugality, and use green technology and chemicals. But how? We need to reexamine our relationship with the earth and connect to healing initiatives.

Thomas Linzey works in rural Pennsylvania with a predominately municipal, Republican working-class population and examines the divide between corporations and democracy through his work as a lawyer. He asked, “What happens when people become disobedient? When they begin to build the types of communities they need?” Thomas has been working since 1991 with an unfolding revolt led rural citizens rebelling against a corporate agricultural company imposing an unsustainable factory farm proposal on the area. He stated that death by suicide has become the leading unnatural cause of death for farmers. Regarding policy creation and public engagement, he stated, “We’re so used to asking ‘What can we get?’ rather than ‘What do we want?’” The abolitionists didn’t ask for a slavery protection agency; they drove an amendment into the constitution. Similarly, we should not only be getting the EPA, but a constitutional right for ecosystems—rivers, plants, animals, etc.—and the human rights to litigate for these entities, which should cease to be viewed as property, just as slaves ceased to be property with the abolition movement.

John DeGraff and his wife Vickie I., authors and producers of the documentary and book Affluenza, and leaders of the Take Back Your Time campaign had a press conference in which I was initially the only reporter present. One other reporter, Rachel, showed up halfway through their slotted time. I was so elated to be able to spend so much basically one-on-one (or two-on-two in this case) time with both of them, who are long-time heroes of mine, and whose book formed the basis of a big part of my independent study project on the intersection between happiness, non-violence, and environmental sustainability. John spoke about the time famine people are currently suffering from and Vickie talked about how some time for reflection on how she spends her day, minute by minute, what makes her happy and what she values is essential to understanding how to change quality of life. She talked about how often what we love, what we dream, what we desire, is not reflected in the way we are currently living our lives, due to the consumer culture we find ourselves embroiled in. Under this time famine, we can never do enough, have enough, be enough to keep pace with the constantly expanding distractions. John and Vicki have proposed a six-point legislative program which calls for paid leave for childbearing, more paid leave overall, part time equality (no hourly wage change or benefit loss), and election day to be declared as a national holiday, to recognize the importance of civic participation. They emphasize that freedom is not the ability to do whatever one wants, whenever one wants to do it. “If we had more time,” John stated, “we might not have been so quick to rush into war against Iraq.” They defended children’s rights to school recess and talked about a recent U. of Michigan study that found that, contrary to the popular belief in high school over-scheduled overachievers, the single most important long-term factor indicating whether a kid would be successful in college was whether she had dinner with her family on a regular basis. John described the beginnings of the lack of time and overconsumption-based society that we find creating the dis-ease of “affluenza.” Vickie has created Conversation Cafes around the country to try to bring together people to spend an hour a week discussion topics that matter to them. She also believes that people need to hear more stories about the pioneer individuals who are choosing to slow down and are just as (if not more) successful in the world. “After college,” Vickie said, “I chose to learn about the skills of resistance, to slow down, to live close to the land, and I still wrote a best-selling book!” In a recent study, John and Vickie found out that individual consumption went down 25% after one read their book, Your Money or Your Life. They talked about the “time footprint” on our environment- the way that our economy cannot support the number of people living on this planet, so if we cut hours and shared the work, we would all be better off. They emphasized that we each must create for ourselves “an awareness of what is enough.”

On Women: Nina Simons spoke about the co-founding of Codepink by Jodie Evans and Medea Benjamin at the Unreasonable Women for the Environment conference put on by Bioneers. Lateefah Simon, director of the Center for Young Women’s Development, said, “The poor are the most politicized people on earth,” and talked about how our work must be soul filled, must come from the gut. Rha Goddess talked about how at a recent conference she attended she and a group of women created a red tent in a room, for women to gather and nurture one another. She said that in this age we must be “courageous enough to be both vulnerable and strong.” A woman asked how we take down the master’s house (the power structure which puts rich, white men at the top), without using the master’s tools. To this, Lateefah and Rha answered that we must know the tools intimately and be able to reclaim them as separate from the master, while also making our own new tools. The problem is not always the master’s tools, but is the master, just as the issue is not often with the Bible, but with the interpretation. “The revolution of women,” Rha said, “is to be well.” In response to a question about how to deal in situations where women in groups turn on each other, Rha said that we must face our demons and ask why women hate each other. We must understand how generations of misogynistic rule have fermented ideas of competition, of not wanting to see our sisters do well in situations of business and love.

I attended a workshop entitled “Coming down from the mountain: Spirituality and social action,” which featured phenomenal key panelists. Satish Kumar talked about how his experience of walking really taught him the unity of life. In explaining his decision to take no money with him on his peace walk, he said, “fear is the root cause of war.” He talked about how we must bring joy (ananda) into our work, our protests, our activism. “Do not just demonstrate for peace,” he stated, “Demonstrate peace.” Satish advocates for a change from our constitutional declaration for “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,” to a new trinity consisting of “soil, soul, and society,” a model which includes spiritual and ecologic dimensions. He said that in monastic traditions, poverty was defined as a “voluntary acceptance of limits,” and said that rather than having poverty alleviation programs, we should have wealth alleviation programs!
Belvie Rooks spoke about the dark night of her soul, during which she grew angry at how much media attention was given to Columbine and the shooting of white suburban kids, and how little attention was given to south central LA inner city gang shootings. She went into a deep depression and felt disconnected from the suffering children, from her home in Mendocino and her environmental activist work. Her downward spiral led her into suicidal thoughts and in a moment of desperation she picked up the phone and called Alice Walker, who said, “Belvie, stay with the darkness. There’s a gift in the darkness.” This appreciation of her dark space, rather than taking the new age approach to only searching for the light, was what began to pull Belvie out of her depression. It became clear to Belvie that she needed to develop a curriculum to teach self-worth in the contest of family, ancestry, community, and the planet.
Lewis Mehi-Madrona, psychiatrist and Native American healer and author of Coyote Medicine, talked about creating healing circles and how everything we need to know is already inside of us, so each of us are capable of forming a healing circle/gathering. “Stop looking for teachers,” Lewis stated, “and start taking action.” Lewis described how one circle, which included a smelly homeless schizophrenic man showed him how a whole group can work to overcome feelings that the mentally ill are annoying or a nuisance.
Then, it was LaDonna Redmond’s turn to present. She began to lead an African dance and chant from her Onisha tradition. She called up members of the audience to help her with the dance and we all stood to participate from our seats as well. As she began, two homeless men, one apparently intoxicated, came to the front and began shouting, and trying to get involved. They were instantly escorted out by a Bioneers security person. All this right after Lewis had just finished talking about inclusiveness in healing circles, and here we were doing a healing chant and dance together. Immediately after the dance, the Q and A session began. A man in the audience asked a question pertaining to the irony of the situation we had just witnessed. Each of the panelists in turn voiced their acceptance of the two men’s participation, and as they did so, somehow the men were back in the conference tent, and even allowed to speak. Then, some people made “approving” comments about the homeless man present, which, while genuine, seemed a bit off-color to me. At the end, LaDonna repeated a line from the story of Queen Esther, about our need to be activists for change: “But for such a time as this, you were born.”

On Sunday, I worked at the Codepink table for a few hours and then saw Terry Tempest Williams speak in the plenary. She quoted from her work “The Artic,” “When one hungers for the light, it is only because one knows the depths of the darkness.” She told the story of how she was raised with a very conservative, Republican father, how she was recently turned away from a speaking engagement at a college in Florida because Bush was speaking there, and how her brother is suffering from terminal cancer and was denied a stem cell transplant. The combination of the latter two events were what it took to change her father’s mind from being an absolute Bush supporter to becoming an undecided voter. The students at the college in Florida rallied and she will be speaking about open speech and rights there next week. Her brother said, “We are all terminal. How do you want to spend your one beautiful life?” Terry emphasized engagement, action, and transformation through love, and posed the question, “How close does it [the relationship between politics and personal life] have to get before we make the changes required for a full transformation?” “The human heart,” Terry stated, “is the first home of democracy.”

Throughout the weekend, I was tempted to feel alone, having come solitarily, initially not knowing anyone. But I did not feel lonely at all. I discovered many people who I knew, or with whom I have mutual connections, and I connected with the phenomenal Codepink women. But more than that, I met so many incredible individuals. And even more than that, I knew that I was not here alone, that all the people in my global family of friendships, particularly you with whom I am sharing these notes (and especially if you’ve read this far!) were with me bearing witness to the growing movement for a just, positive, ecologically-sound planet.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Final Debate Watch and Codepink Meeting

Today, after visiting an amazing spine healer and spending some time at the ocean, I attend the San Francisco Codepink meeting at the Global Exchange office. We all watch the last presidential debate together, heaving and ho-ing communally, sighing in rounds; the room becomes a chorus of deep breaths and the sound of arms crossing and unfolding, bodies shifting uncomfortably and with distaste in their chairs, with the sporadic interjection of a loud exclamation, such as “How many times does he have to use the word ‘freedom’?” or “Absolutely nothing about the environment! Nothing!” or “That was an answer to the question?!” After the debate we have the actual meeting, in which I get to give a lively report about our Ohio trip at just the key moment when discouragement is waning to full force. Once revived, the group discusses fundraising, the upcoming concert in Berkeley, and the Juarez women’s project. I leave SF that night feeling really solid about being a part of Codepink… well, with the exception of leaving my coffee mug behind in the office ;-)

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Ariel's Codepink Journal Part II

so i left you all with thoughts of Tim the solider. So there I am in Downtown Cleveland talking to Tim who just got back from Iraq. it doesnt get realer than this. He talks to me about the pain he saw and how angry he is and how wrong he believes the war is. He told me he is voting for Kerry and thinks Bush has made a huge mistake in sending us to war. He has seen mass devistation and has faced the threat of death and is trying now to figure out how to fit back into this society that is walking around like nothing is happening over seas. On the plane over to Iraq Tim tells me that young people 18-30 were freaking out and worried and vomiting with anxiety about whats to come. The second they hit the ground, they could smell the smoke from bombs and see entire areas destroyed. Tim faced moments of standing incredibly still holding his gun wondering when he would get killed. He faced times on missions where he was convinced it was the end. He became scared and tense of the enemy and he himself was forced to kill people he didnt even know. These are the horrors of war. But these horrors do not end upon coming home. His close friend from the army is living with him now in Cleveland and suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He wakes in the middle of the night in a sweat screaming and freaking out believing that he is under attack, about to get killed. Any loud sound reminds him of bombs and gun shots. Tim himself does not face PTSD in the same way, but he has a new hatred in his heart he never had before. He told me that before going to the army he never considered himself racist and lived amongst people of varying races and never thought to hate anyone. Now being in Iraq he feels uncomfortable around people from the middle east, he is reminded of those who tried to kill him and those he was forced to kill. He doesnt want it to be this way, but his body gets nervouse and tense around people from middle eastern decent now. He is angry that he had to serve in Iraq. He joined the military to have enough money to get a higher education. college was important for him, as it is for so many people. And like so many people Tim did not have the money to go. However, the military promised in exchange for his service the money to go to college. So many of our youth are being recruited to serve in the military and the only reason they are going is because they are promised things like education and money and resources. Most of our youth who are recruited come from inner city neighborhoods. The army goes into high schools and targets graduating seniors of poor neighborhoods. They know people want an education and they know this is a way to rope people in. Does this sound fair? so who is in Iraq fighting this war? young kids who wanted an education and couldnt afford it. i am sure they are not thrilled with the education the war is giving them. Tim felt forced into the situation he was in. He had no idea when he joined the army that he would end up in Iraq. He joined long before the Iraq war started. The military has hold over you for 28 months after you are discharged. Tim says "its like being free, but in jail." at anytime the military can still call him up for service or send him back to Iraq or any other country we attack. Now Tim is in Cleveland and he feels like the war is not worth it. He has seen too much pain and violence and feels like the military has given him nothing in return. He still has four more months to serve. He will spend those months ironically as a military recruiter. He says he hates the idea of young kids not knowing what they are getting into. but this is his job and he can't get out of it. He needs to finish his four months and the military has given him the responsiblity of recruiting. Its a catch 20-20 because Tim knows exactly what recruiting can lead to, yet he needs to make money. For every person he recruits the army pays him. Tim has to finish out his service and like all of us he needs to make money to eat. So what is he supposed to do? he says he trys to tell kids what they will be facing, that its not a walk in the park and he tells them what to expect, which no one did for him when he was 18. Tim is looking foward to a time when he can finally be free from the army. However, his life has been biterly changed by the war. While he was away his parents did not know for 8 months if he was alive or dead. The toll it took on them was intense. He returned home to learn his parents have gotten a divorce and blame most of their problems on Tim being in Iraq and the pain and stress it caused them. Tim will be exercising his right to vote on Nov. 2 and hoping like so many of us that Bush gets fired. its time for kerry and its time for me to get off the computer. Im on borrowed library time.

sending out much love light tea mugs and more miles to go as we enter florida,
Ariel

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Ariel's Codepink Journal Part I

24 days till the election and I (Ariel Vegosen) am on the road with Sam Joi in a fabulous 20 foot truck to get the word out that Bush has to go. Currently we are in North Carolina in route to Florida. My journey with Code Pink has been absolutely amazing so far. I joined Sam and Rae Abileah in Cleveland Ohio, the two of them as you readers know have been on the road for quite sometime. I am so excited to say that I am now part of the Code Pink road team to get Bush out of office. This is my first journal entry on-line, so I am on incredible back up for describing how much this trip means to me and how much we are accomplishing. So I think I will do the hightlights of my time in Ohio for you:

Sam and Rae came into Cleveland Ohio at night, I was already at my friend Ann's house and overwhelmingly excited!!! There was Rae, my soul sister and Sam someone I knew I'd become great friends with and the best part was the truck! An awesome painted vehicle talking about women and peace and why Bush needs to go. I knew I had to jump on.
And jump on I did, the very next morning as we set up registering voters down on Coventry street. It was the best feeling ever, talking to people and telling them how important it is to vote. I started learning all kinds of statistics, some that horrified me, like the fact that in the 2000 election 55 million women didnt vote. I couldnt believe it! but its true and that fact alone makes me that much more deteremined to talk to women and have our voices heard. we are 51 percent of the popullation, I am sick of not being heard or taken seriously, now is our time to be listened to. After getting people registered and talking about health care, education, and the war we headed to a school event. It was great to interact with teenagers. Even though most of them are too young to vote I think it is so important to start early in telling kids how our government works. I really believe in getting teenagers aware because they have powerful voice that should be heard as well. After the event in which i learned that Cleveland public schools are losing funding we all headed back to Ann's house to celebrate the Jewish holiday Sukkot. It was so amazing to be welcomed in by the Cleveland community, to have a house to stay at, good food to eat, and to participate in the holiday. Also it was tremendous to have everyone listen to us about how much we can make a difference this election. After day one, I knew I was hooked and I couldnt wait to get out there and do more Code Pink work. And work we did do...
The next day we rocked the down town scene! There we were at Tower Center registering voters. Of course some cops gave us hassle about our truck, but we talked to them peacefully and it turns out one of them was all for our message. And Rae got to give out another peaceful police button. Being downtown was very different from Coventry street, more people, more attitudes, more ideas flowing, more people to register. Also there were other folks down there from acorn and ACT working to register people. It made me happy to see all of us organized and out on the streets. We had a kick ass pink table with a huge pink ballon saying no to bush! and it was wonderful to see that we are not alone. that there are tons of cleveland folks getting the word out. that is the one amazing and good thing about having such an awful president, it has really forced all of us to get out and do something. it is so powerful to see so many people working for positive social change. i felt really powerful. in fact i know we are doing something huge. of course not all of cleveland is down for Kerry or for getting Bush out of office. I did meet some Bush supporters, which is always interesting, cause most of the time they can't really explain why they want to vote for Bush. They say things like he is a Christian, he has good values, and they like him. When I push them on what being Christian means they usually get uncomfortable. Anyway I thought our country was founded on the idea of seperation between Church and State, so why do so many people want a Christian president. I want religious freedom, I want the right to choose what happens to my body, I want the soliders in Iraq to come home safely, I want the Iraqi people to have electricity, healthy water, better hospitals, and schools and the power to make their own decisions without my country stepping on them, i want education in my country to improve, i want better textbooks ones that actually talk about what happened to the Natives of this land and what really went on during the horrible years of slavery, I want health care, i really want health care, not just for myself but for everyone, i want the whole country to be able to afford and have health care, I want the unemployement rate to decrease, i want the rate of people not having houses or enough food to eat to decrease, i want to feel safe walking alone on the streets, i want a healthy environment, less SUVs and more clean air, all these things that I want are things that Bush's "good values" will not get me or my country. He is not helping our education system, redusing pollution (in fact he doesnt even believe in global warming), he is not any closer to bringing our troops home from a war we never should have started, he has no intention of creating a universal health care program, and he has no intention of actually helping the Iraqi people rebuild their torn up bombed up nation. Furthermore he is not pro-choice and is not for my rights as a woman at all and to add to that he doesnt want to give people the right to marry who they want. this is not the man i want as my president. his values do not look good to me. So i am out in downtown to get my message out that our country needs a change. And there i am amongst all these people and this young man around my age (im 24) approaches, tentitively. he looks shy, but interested. i strike up a conversation. To learn he is a solider who has just returned from Iraq. His name is Tim.

I will leave you on this thought... you know...always leave the ready at the juicy moment so they come back for more, but i promise once we hit the next library i will tell the story of solider Tim. Until then lets rock the vote and get bush out of office NOW!!!
much love, light, tofu in packages, and more miles to go before Florida,
Ariel

Cousins visit Cali

Saturday through Tuesday I spend four awesome days with my parents and my cousins, Andrew and his wife Angie. Amidst our sightseeing and beach-going, I aim to register between two to five California voters a day, and I meet my (albeit meager) goal, but with some interesting twists. One night when we are at Pier 39 on Fisherman’s Wharf, my family goes into the Giants and 49ers sports merchandise store and I, of course, opt to stay outside, and end up approaching the crowds of tourists milling about the plaza. My voter registration efforts are tainted by the fact that about 80% of the tourists I encounter are visiting from foreign countries and therefore aren’t citizens. Nevertheless, I still manage to fill out two voter registration forms, and I persuade the woman working at the American Express credit card booth to look more into Kerry as a viable candidate, against what her male counterpart co-worker says. That night, after my mom and stepdad leave to go home, I take my cousins to a karaoke bar in the Castro—The Mint Karaoke Lounge, to be exact—and we sing lots of great songs, including my solo “I Will Survive” performance. We left the city feeling like fat and happy buddhas, full of the abundance and chaos served up by a day in the city, complete with a cable car ride, a family style Italian dinner at Buca di Beppo, a drive zig-zagging down Lombard Street, and a picnic in Golden Gate Park.

Friday, October 08, 2004

NYC: Concrete Jungle Departing

Friday morning Kyla, Ariel, and I meet up with Sonya at Café Lalo for a wonderful morning brunch. I run a bunch of errands and meet up with Sarah to talk about Students Against Silence and then meet Tzadik for tea. Tzadik and I load my stuff into a taxi, say goodbyes, and speed off for JFK, where I catch a flight on Jetblue to California. On the flight, I watch the debate, along with most of the passengers, on the little screen console in front of the seat, and I talk with an awesome flight attendant who is pro-Kerry and very well-informed, and together we dialogue with another flight attendant who is initially pro-Bush, but with time becomes undecided. The town hall debate is interesting and both candidates perform alright, but there is really no actual “dialogue” and, while the questions are pointed, Bush avoids answering them, and even makes a stupid joke about being a logger.

I get off the plane in San Jose flustered and fiery and meet my parents and together we wait for my cousins to arrive from Kansas at the same airport. They get in and we all go home together for some much needed R & R.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

NYC: Concrete Jungle Return

Wednesday bleeds into Thursday and we drive and sleep, drive and sleep, talking about love and relationships, traveling and future trips, elections and voting, and also not talking at all. Finally we are in Connecticut, where we make a drop-off at a beautiful little house that belongs to a woman named Keoani (whose name is not spelled right here, my apologies), who teaches indigenous peoples’ studies at Wesleyan. We get coffee in Middletown and talk with many enthusiastic and supportive Kerry-leaning folks. We talk with the woman who runs the Chamber of Commerce and she buys a lot of Codepink gear. We drive down to New Jersey and make a pick up at a guy’s storage locker. Ariel and I haul boxes onto the truck and Sam stacks them all up. We become a hardcore moving team that day. Ariel finds some interesting magazines in the locker and I cannot stop laughing for most of the whole process. We make another stop so that I can pick up fall leaves for my mom. Then we’re on the road again. We roll into Manhattan at around 8 p.m. and Sam drops Ariel and I off at Kyla’s parent’s apartment on the upper west side. I say goodbye to Sam and she drives off in the truck.

We all go out dancing in the synagogues for Simchat Torah- the celebration of the giving of the Torah to the Jews. Celebration is everywhere and I see so many beaming faces from the New York crew. I am still wearing my “pink slip Bush” shirt, which conjures up a lot of surprise. At B’nai Jeshrun, a reform/renewal temple, people are happy and supportive. But at the Carlebach shul, my shirt is met with a lot of disapproval, as all these young conservative Jews are itching to back Bush because of his political views of Israel. If only they all knew how absolutely similar Kerry and Bush are on Middle East issues. This is frustrating.

We return to Kyla’s house late at night and sit out on the porch eating split pea soup and talking about adventures, creating sisterly solidarity that will unfold later, when our goddess adventures commence, after all this election madness is over.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Rockin' Youngstown University

Wednesday morning we wake up early, pack up our gear, and bid farewell to Ann and Jessica and their great old Victorian three story house, which has been our base camp for the past week. I have one last shower in the claw footed tub with its rubber tube and showerhead and we say goodbye to Puma. We pick up Ariel and turbulently speed away to the gas station to fill up before getting on the road to Younstown, Ohio. We drive to Youngstown where we arrive at the university to vigil. We meet up with Ray, the teacher who we met at the Ani Difranco concert in Columbus, where he was tabling for Air America with his wife. We have a police escort onto campus and park the truck outside the student union. We set up a big Codepink table and talk with lots of students and faculty. Then we have a Codepink event where Sam talks about the history of Codepink, how to start a Codepink, and her travel stories and general activism insight. She talks brilliantly and I am so inspired by her clarity of thought, her fierce courage and dedication, and her ability to express the urgency of the issue while remaining calm and positive. She begins a conversation about having a Codepink in Youngstown and right there the Codepink chapter begins with two fabulous female students. We show the short film on women voting and some scenes from our interviews through the South. Afterwards, Ariel and I talk with Ray’s kids about how it is to be home-school and what they like to do, read, etc. We all go over to a campus café for coffee and sandwiches and Ray, upon reading and buying a copy of the Salt Reader, gives me a big bag of salt rocks.

We say our goodbyes and get on the road, New York bound.
We spend the rest of the day driving, and driving, and driving. Ariel passes out and Sam and I continue to listen to the Red Tent. The drive seems sticky with the intensity of the Biblical women’s narrative, my own fiery anger about the historic role of women and my own relationships, and the odd hours of sleep we get intermittently throughout the night, as we continue to drive, stop at undistinguished rest stops, and pick up and drive again. We are also driving into New York now, and this is the final leg of the journey. Even the fire colors in the fall trees lining the Pennsylvania roads are not enough splendor to quench the burning sensation in my chest as we approach the concrete jungle I have spent the last four years of my life living in.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

The Race at Case: Vice Presidential Debate Watch

On Tuesday, we head downtown to Case Western University for “The Race at Case:” a full day of action before the vice presidential debate that comes off as more of a carnival than a political presence. A large grassy field is covered in booths of campus groups and fraternities and sororities, a big tent with all-you-can-eat food, venders of all political sorts, kids everywhere donning their flare and carrying big signs for one candidate or another, and a big stage where Hardball is being taped. We go to the Uptown Grill to table and set up for the Codepink event there, but as time goes on, we realize that we really don’t want to watch the debate with the NARAL crew, who aren’t the most friendly or welcoming. So when it is time to greet the motorcade, the Codepink crew assembled—Sam, Ariel, Ann, Julie, Matt, Lezlie and Linda (who have driven up from Columbus), among others—journey over to the meeting spot and we join the large group of Kerry supporters. We are carrying an absolutely massive pink banner which reads: “Cheney and Halliburton are in bed together, and we’re getting screwed.”

We march and chant together. I pass out the songsheet that I made and everyone sings my version of “I will survive” and the other Codepink cheers that we have written. The camaraderie is really high. Edwards’ motorcade decides to take another route, however, so we miss him. We rush back and go to the big outdoor gathering put on by the Democratic Party to watch the debate. We wait in line for a long time and I think that Ariel will turn into a popsicle if we have to wait any longer than we do. Finally we are inside and right up front to see the debate on a huge screen. What stands out most in my mind, looking back in retrospective as I write about this, is how friendly and relaxed Edwards was, and how tense the issue of gay marriage was, particularly when Cheney came out and basically stated that he was “following the president’s policy” regarding the issue. After the debate is over, we waited outside in the cold for a very long time for Edwards to come out and speak to us. And finally, when we—Ann, Julie, Ariel, and I—are all perched atop the bleachers overlooking the crowd, Edwards comes out with his wife and little kids and they wave and smile and address the crowd with words of hope, igniting another fire on their long campaign trail.

We all depart and disperse for home. Sam and I stay up decompressing and talking and I can not emphasize enough how proud I am to be able to know Sam in that moment (if not all moments in general). Looking back on how far we have come and all that we have accomplished on our trip to Ohio. I feel so blessed to have the opportunity to work with her.

Codepink Cheer Sheet

Codepink Cheer Sheet

When Bush or Cheney are driving by: Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na, Hey-Hey-Hey, GOODBYE! (while waving)
Leader: What do we want?
Everyone: Justice! (Or another word here) Leader: When do we want it?
Everyone: NOW!
Who Rocks the vote? Codepink rocks the vote and when Codepink rocks the vote we rock Bush all the way down.
Hey Hey, Ho Ho, Bush and Cheney have got to go.
Leader: Show me what democracy looks like. Everyone: This is what democracy looks looks like. Repeat with sounds like, feels like, tastes like…
Ain’t no power like the power of the people and the power of the people don’t stop.
The people- united- will never be defeated.

Army of Peace Marching Cheer
Leader: I don’t know what you’ve been told
Everyone: I don’t know what I’ve been told
Leader: Bush’s lies are mighty old
Everyone: Bush’s lies are mighty old

Leader: We don’t want your fuckin’ war
Everyone: We don’t want your fuckin’ war
Leader: Bush and Cheney ain’t no more
Everyone: Bush and Cheney ain’t no more

Leader: Now it’s time to vote them out
Everyone: Now it’s time to vote them out
Leader: Let’s all give the codepink shout
Everyone: Let’s all give the codepink shout

Leader: Sound off
Everyone: CODEPINK!
Leader: Sound off
EVERYONE: CODEPINK!

Marching Hymn
1-2-3-4
We don’t want your fuckin’ war.
5-6-7-8
Stop the violence. Stop the hate.

No Matter What
Leader: No matter what you do,
Everyone: We’re not voting for you!
Leader: Find Osama Bin Laden
Everyone: We’re not voting for you!
Leader: Find WMDs
Everyone: We’re not voting for you!
Leader: Another terrorist attack
Everyone: We’re not voting for you!
Leader: Florida hanging chads
Everyone: We’re not voting for you!
Leader: Diebold machines
Everyone: We’re not voting for you!
Leader: Postpone the election
Everyone: We’re coming after you!
Leader: Steal the election one more time,
Everyone: You will pay for the crime!

We Will Survive (sung to the tune of the Gloria Gaynor’s original song)
First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without the pres. by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how Bush did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to Kerry on
and so we’re back
women for peace
We just walked in to find Bush here
with that dumb look upon his face
We shouldn’t have changed our paper votes
We should have made Bush leave the courts
If we’d have known for just one second
Bush would be back to bother us

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
‘cause you’re not welcome anymore
weren’t you the one who tried
to hurt us with your lies
you think we’d crumble
you think we’d lay down and die
Oh no, not us
We will survive
as long as we know how to vote
we know we will stay alive
We’ve got all our lives to live
We’ve got all our trust to give
and we’ll survive
We will survive

It took all the strength we had
not to feel hopeless
Kept trying hard to mend
our presidential trauma stress
and we spent oh so many nights
just feeling angry for this war
We used to cry
Now we hold our heads up high
and Bush sees us
country anew
We’re not these chained up little sheep
still following you
and so you felt like running twice
and thought that you could win easy
now we’re saving all our votes
for Kerry’s presidency

Monday, October 04, 2004

Last Day to Register Voters in Ohio

On Monday we begin our usual morning routine of driving to the Starbucks and parking the truck directly in front of the Bush headquarters office. Only today, I go into the Chipotle Grill to get a burrito. My shirt and politics are so inflammatory to the manager of the restaurant, that one of his employees offers to buy my burrito for me, because the whole staff is so excited to see someone who agrees with their anti-Bush politics. Awesome- free burritos. Add this to the tally of cool sidelines to Codepink work: amazing new friends, free concerts, celebrity sightings, pink slips and boas, coffee, and now burritos. Who knew?

Sam and I pick up Ariel and we head over to a strip mall to register voters. I walk around a low-income community going door-to-door registering voters. Then we all board the subway and we ride back and forth on all the lines for five hours registering voters. We register so many people and talk with so many more about the importance of getting this man out of the whitehouse. It is incredible. I speak with a large Orthodox family and with several Spanish-speakers and we see a billboard for Milwaukee’s Best beer that says “Do your wife a favor: Save a glass.” It is the beer that’s brewed for a man. Whatever.

We get to the Board of Elections office just in time for their 9 p.m. deadline and turn in all our voter reg. forms. We see the last man get registered in Cuyahoga County. We are interviewed by the news and Ariel and I get to sing our Codepink cheer song. We go home to Ann’s house and walk in on a living room of folks painting large pink banners for the Edwards-Cheney debate the next day. All is in action. It’s all happening.

Sunday, October 03, 2004

Big Shrimpin'


On Sunday we are crew of four: Sam, Ariel, me, and Ann. We go to one of the housing projects in downtown Cleveland and go door-to-door registering voters. Ariel teams up with a young girl who helps show her around- I think that this is fantastic because it’s so cool to get young people involved in the democratic process, especially since they can’t vote yet ;-) Jessica joins us for a while, too.

Then, the four of us go to the pavilion, a huge concourse downtown where Jay-Z and R-Kelly are having a concert. There are four entrances, and, since we are not allowed to go into the venue, we each separate and go to a different entrance to register voters and hand out Codepink fliers.

I approach a radio station booth and register some of the DJs. I put in a request that they urge listeners to register to vote since tomorrow is the last day to register to vote in Ohio. I enter their contest for the last pair of tickets to the show, and I fill out four entry forms- one for each of us gals. Then, I stick around the booth, registering new voters and waiting to see if there is any chance that they will call one of our names and we will win the tickets. And lo and behold, minutes later, they call out Ariel’s name!! I run over and, since Ariel is far away on the other side of the venue, I declare that I am Ariel. The DJ then informs me that to win the tickets I will have to compete with an opponent to eat 1 lb. of shrimp shmeared in cocktail sauce, in what is called a “Big Shrimpin’” contest, a play on the “Big Pimpin’” song. The winner will be the person who can eat the shrimp the fastest. My opponent is a tall, large man. The DJ asks him what he thinks about the shrimp, and he says, “This pound is going down!” He then turns to me and describes me as a “dainty girl wearing pink,” to which I reply with a shout out to Codepink on the radio, and a rebuttal of the claim that I am “dainty,” in favor of other descriptive words like “strong” and “outspoken.” Then the contest begins. Ann videotapes the whole thing. The crowd is shouting “Ariel! Ariel!” and we are eating all these shrimp. My strategy is to get all the shrimp into my mouth- I figure that’s the quickest thing to do, and I can worry about swallowing them later. I am thinking, “Okay, we need these tickets for Codepink! Do it for the team Rae-Rae…er… Ariel.” Even Ann is chanting, “You can do it Ariel. C’mon Ariel!” I am scarfing the shrimp and I can see my opponent beginning to slow down to my left. All the attention is focused on me and finally I am declared a winner!! Yeah Codepink! My hands and mouth are covered in red cocktail sauce and I feel disgustingly wonderful. Ann and I jump up and down (an interesting thing to do when you have a pound of shrimp inside your stomach…) and I get a free t-shirt and the tickets.

We skip-run-jog around the arena to where Sam and Ariel are flyering and exclaim in bursts what happened. Sam wants me to scalp the tickets to make a donation for Codepink, but I really want to go to the show. After all, I just ate a pound of shrimp so we could get Codepink inside the show! It is finally decided that Ariel and I will go to the show (after we find out that we can’t trade off the tix midway through the show). So we go in and we go to the ladies’ restroom and register women waiting in line to pee. Then we go to where our seats are, find that they are in the nosebleed section, and move down to a lower area. We spend a lot of time moving from seat to seat until we are finally caught, and we find a great spot to stand and dance for the remainder of the show. This is what I have to say about the Jay-Z and R-Kelly show: it was absolute madness- like nothing I have ever been to before. All glitz and glam and explosives and dancers and, most of all, lots and lots of sexual innuendo. The show began with a video clip of the “news” showing two renegade tour busses zooming out of control down the freeway, chased by a battalion of cop cars, and then all of a sudden everything went dark and then two real tour busses burst through the “brick” wall background of the stage, and the show began. The whole crowd put their hands in the air in the shape of a diamond periodically and Ariel and I had to ask someone what that was all about to discover that it’s the record label logo- corporate much? R-Kelly spent whole minutes on end doing nothing but gyrating on the stage and shouting to the women in the crowd asking who wanted to sleep with him that night. It was really intense. There was a girl next to Ariel who was all dolled up and looked like she was only thirteen years old. Then we saw that she had a boyfriend with her.

Afterwards, Ariel and I went outside to continue registering voters. Many of the people we asked were only fourteen or fifteen- we felt like we looked younger than these kids. All the women were really decked out- in color matching outfits with high heels. Jeremy and Ann came and picked us up and we went home to discuss our victories and oddly wonderful night. Going to an R-Kelly concert with Ariel is one of the greatest things I have ever done. Dancing and staring at each other in our pink boas and codepink shirts, surrounded by a sea of people who were clearly way more in the know than we were, and grinning from ear to ear. Good times, good times. Getting out the vote may be hard work, but it’s hard fun, too…!


Saturday, October 02, 2004

Columbus Codepink, Dixie Chicks, Rockin' Home Video

On Saturday, we rise early and drive back into Columbus, where we rally in protest outside of a convention center where Bush is speaking to the Homebuyers of America group. We encounter a lot of nasty Republicans. There is also this creepy father-son pair of protesters who are linking Bush to Hitler with their signs and hand gestures in eerie ways. We shout and rally next to the Billionaires for Bush. I meet a friendly reporter and I talk with two Oregonite men who are selling Bush buttons and bumper stickers. They say that they are definitely voting for Kerry and that they go to Kerry rallies, too, to sell their paraphernalia. They just flip over the large poster board with pins, and they’re ready to go. This strikes me as very ironic, or at least interesting, what someone will do to make a buck. We connect with two phenomenal women from the Columbus Codepink chapter—Lezlie, who is of small, pixie stature with long hot pink hair and high cheek bones, and Linda, whose skin is caramel like she just emerged from the desert, and has spiked, short hair and a stunning laugh.

Linda invites us to her house for lunch. We gratefully oblige and through the course of our afternoon together, we find out that Linda was a Christian fundamentalist for ten years and then, in the process of coming out as a lesbian, she was excommunicated and shunned from her church, her family and friends, her entire community. She is now a humbly righteous peace activist with an outstandingly courageous spirit and a compassionate heart. She finds wisdom in the teachings of Jesus, but does not seek her faith through institutional religion any longer. Linda makes us the most delicious meal I can remember tasting in quite some time and we interview her afterwards on the grass outside. We all take a photo together in front of the truck.

Back on the road, Ariel, Sam, and I rock out with Aretha Franklin and some great spoken word poems from Ariel’s peace mix cds. We celebrate our great Columbus trip and can’t keep up with the tallying of how many cars are zooming past us and honking positively. It seems that everyone on the road today is pro-peace, anti-Bush.

In Cleveland, we go directly to the Dixie Chicks and James Taylor concert downtown, put on through the Vote for Change concert series. I get a woman from MoveOn to let us in and we get a whole Codepink table space. I see the Dixie Chicks sing their traveling soldier song and later, during the encore, Ariel and I are close to each other watching the Chicks sing Landslide. We can’t stand right next to each other, because the security guards are being strict about the number of folks per aisle (totally different scene than Ani the night before), but we are about a row apart and we keep glancing over each other; there’s this fantastic sisterhood energy between us. After the show, Sam and I close up shop with the Codepink table after being flooded by interested women, and Ariel rushes around the back to get the Chicks to sign a pink slip that says “Chicks for Peace.” I go around the back and meet up with Ariel, who is standing in the bitter cold with a troupe of giggling, excited fans—young ladies wearing tight jeans with nice long hair and sweet demeanor. They discuss lining up to be orderly when the Chicks come out and I stare on in awe at how a group of women at a country concert can be so different from other concerts… There’s also a super-fan cowboy dude who follows the Chicks everywhere in his big red pickup truck. We wait, and wait, and wait for them to come out. In the meantime, we get a slip signed by James Taylor- YEAH! Ariel and I are interviewed on camera by the Vote for Change folks, one of whom lives in Long Island near Ariel. Then, finally, the manager comes out and takes all the stuff people want signed and carries it onto the bus so the ladies can sign it- they won’t even come out! But they do all sign the pink slip, so we leave happy.

Slips in hand, heater blasting, snuggled together in the truck, we all chatter about our fantastic team action and our three slips. We get back to Ann’s house and Sam goes to sleep. Ariel and I stay up with Ann and Jeremy, and later Jessica, and we all make this outstanding video of ourselves, which includes Jeremy in a pink slip performing interpretive ballet, and Ann and Ariel in full character as old Jewish women with heavy Long Island accents. Ariel and I close the film with close ups of our goddess necklaces (or attempts at such).

Friday, October 01, 2004

Ani Difranco Concert and Pink Slip Signing

On Friday, we drive South to Columbus, Ohio, where we rock the codepink scene at the Ani Difranco concert. We meet all sorts of incredible people, walk up and down the line outside the venue handing out codepink fliers and selling gear, and I get Ani’s manager to get a pink slip signed by her. Ariel and I make it to the front of the floor and hold up the Codepink Women 4 Peace banner right in front of Ani and her bass player. I look over at Ariel during the encore, when Ani is performing my favorite song, Both Hands, and everything in the world is right. We leave feeling incredibly satisfied and sleep at a rest stop outside the city limits.