Thursday, September 13, 2007

Rabble-rousing Rhetoric With the Vets for Peace: VfP National Conference, St.Louis, Mo, 08/15/07 Thru 08/19/07

Willie, thnx for writing this; After Action Report: VVAW 40th... I agree w/ you completely... we've got to be there for IVAW... here's my take on the VfP convention last weekend in StL... quite a few VVAWers there too...
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Alex T. Primm
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Alex, shown here with Panel Moderator, Nancy M. Saunders, at Texas Tech University's 3rd Triennial Vietnam Symposium in 2005, where some Old School VVAW types took on the Swifties regarding the defamation of character of Sen. John Kerry, and the denigration of his service to his country during and after the Vietnam War. It is worth noting that the Swifties were recently fined $300,000 dollars for their illegal campaign practices and fundraising activities. It is also worthy of note that this, for all intents and purposes was the birthplace of VetSpeak.org. As you can see by this article; Alex is still here, Vetspeak is still here, and VVAW is still here. The Swifts are also still here, only they have have since morphed; cyber-camouflaged as the Veterans for Freedom, (Ed. Note.)
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Dirty, industrialized and worn-out Mississippi River wastelands may appear an unlikely spot to spend a few days during one of the Midwest's worst heat spell since the 1930s. Even Old Man River has been running low.
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We ambled across the murky stream on a venerable stone-and-steel structure known as Eads Bridge, which shook noticeably every time trains or subway cars rumbled along the deck below us. Downstream lies New Orleans washed to sea two years ago. Usually the Mississippi seems deeper, more sluggish, somber and stoic. Our destination; the fetid, or festive, Casino Queen gambling supercenter. It just depends how you look at it.
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At 11 p.m. on this Thursday night in late August, the neo-ersatz casino with vast acreage of parking lots appears totally jammed. Inside, a collection of slightly misfit folks hopes for easy jack. Many Social Security checks must end up here. "I couldn't believe it when I drove down from Ann Arbor...", says one vet at breakfast; "All through Indiana it looked like sun and drought had baked everything to a crisp. Breathing was difficult despite air-conditioning in my car. It was almost as bad as the air in that crazy casino. What were they thinking about using this betting parlor hotel as backup lodging for a peace conference?!"
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The 22nd annual convention of the Veterans for Peace needed the extra room. It proved to be a popular gathering, as the war in Iraq will not end easily. Talk filled a downtown St. Louis motel's meetings rooms just as any academic conference, but with denser conundrums; Agent Orange. The war in Iraq. Oil. Declining veterans' benefits. 3,705 American active duty combat deaths as of July , 07. The main question: why and how much longer will the occupation of Iraq last? These issues most challenged the 400+ veterans and others who attended the conference.
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The good news from this gathering must be the diversity of energies and styles. These fighters will not give up or burn out! About forty years ago I was a regional coordinator for a somewhat similar anti-war effort, the Vietnam Veterans Against the War. We sponsored one large successful demonstration in Washington D.C. in 1971 as well as other innovations first implemented by activist veterans. But then VVAW fragmented. Government dirty tricks/infiltrators and ideological in-fighting took a toll, as did a need for regular jobs and return to some semblance of normality. As effective as grass-roots organizing can be, I learned motivating people to fight the government demands an ability to thrive on chaos.
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This summer VVAW celebrated its 40th anniversary at a Chicago reunion, but I had time only to participate via Vetspeak.org. I joined the Vets for Peace a year ago out of guilt. I reasoned I had spent the better part of a year while on the G.I. Bill helping to organize VVAW; couldn't I at least find out if this national peace veterans group can now carry it forward? You know, the hope for some realism in foreign policy, rationality, respect for human rights...

From what I could see the VfP may indeed be a healthy if not thriving organization which can pull it off. Talking with representatives from some of their 120 chapters from Maine to the Bay Area, Sheboygan to deep Down South, I learned these community-inspired groups carry on a diversity of activities. With 6,000 members nationally, it's probably more responsive than such huge groups as American Legion or Veterans of Foreign Wars.
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This diversity typified the annual conference. Some workshops dragged on with expected ranting about global imperialism while others used slick multi-media tools to present complex arguments. One of the best was Dr. Dahlia Wasfi who used her skills as a physician to analyze America's continuing reliance on small unit Death Squads first developed during the War in El Salvador. Her work documents many questionable policies now being followed in Iraq.

As much as high-tech gizmos can make military policy issues understandable for a varied crowd such as VfP attracts; old fashioned stump speeches still prove endlessly inspiring. The third night of the conference offered a wide range of speakers at the Public Speakout held in a downtown church.

As former president of the VfP now battling for his health, David Cline more than makes up in soul what he may lack in podium polish. A New Jersey postal worker and union shop steward, Cline offers a simple argument: how can we use weapons, such as Agent Orange or Depleted Uranium, which represent equal threats to the user and target? Of further concern, what is our government's responsibility for cleaning up these dirty weapons used in Vietnam and subsequent conflicts? (Editor's Note: Sadly, Old Soldier David Cline Faded Away on September 15th, 2007. Another legend for the annals.)

Next up, Phyllis Bennis, a progressive think tanker at the Institute of Policy Studies. She makes a decent stab at being a rabble-rouser with punchy sentences, succinct statistics and praise for the vets and anti-war military families as the heart of the movement to end Iraqi occupation. But her analysis lasts nearly a half-hour and squirming sets in.

Then Elaine Johnson takes us back down home. She was one the first of the anti-war moms to confront Pres. Bush for coming to her home state to raise campaign funds while ignoring grieving military families. Her goal now is raising funds to build a local community center at Orangeburg S.C. such as her son envisioned shortly before his Chinook helicopter went down.

As I listen, applaud and catch emotions of the evening I realize what a privilege it is to hear people with all ranges of speaking abilities and backgrounds. This is pure rhetoric. Aristotle should be here.

Trained rhetoricians are not here, nor probably many academics. Who will give professors coming up for tenure or anyone already safely hiding out at some university airfare or release time to support this ragtag army of true believers? Though these folks speak right from the heart, they undoubtedly could use some organizational and p.r. assistance. These groups have no money; there is no benefit in anyone joining. They don't seek help, just an audience to share their anger and frustration. They're sick of the whole bloody military, the useless deaths, the lying, gold-plated contractors, the torture, American mercenaries, innocents death, sickness, poverty, and unemployment on the rise. The night is black, but the light inside this old Methodist church seems all the brighter for a chance to share deepest concerns and hopes.

Steve Jacobs, a Catholic Worker who runs a homeless shelter in Columbia, Mo., gets people laughing and singing. He has a song asking, "Who would Jesus bomb?", and a rap about pigs enjoying fat military contracts.
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Two hours into the program the main event arrives. Presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich, U.S. Rep. from Ohio, jumps up to the podium. The place goes nuts. They love him. It's not hard to see why Kucinich can be a rabble rouser extraordinaire; William Jennings Bryan could do no better, maybe. His techniques include:
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  • Acknowledging the ovation by flashing the peace sign, pointing to individuals in the crowd while clapping and hugging everyone on stage;

  • Citing the great tradition of military service in the nation and his family while saluting all the veterans and families in the room for their often overlooked duty; Referring to 1966 when the anti-war movement against the Vietnam conflict began when most people still supported the war, but within a few years that support evaporated;

  • storytelling about his days as a newspaper copyboy in Cleveland when one of his jobs was to visit families of recent causalities to obtain a photograph of the victim for the newspaper. Always it was in the older, run-down parts of town, Kucinich said. And the one picture usually available would be right on top of the TV set, the heart of the family which had just been torn apart.

  • Yelling and pounding on the podium to ask the crowd to save the nation, join his campaign and visit his website;

  • Coming up with great line: "Why are we bombing bridges in Baghdad when we should be rebuilding them in Minnesota?"

  • Concluding with an idealistic quotation from John F. Kennedy and again calling those who have served in the military to be the heart of the campaign for a new foreign policy and new president.

How could anyone follow such impassioned oratory? Two members of Iraqi Veterans Against the War amazingly next prove able to change and add to the evening's energy. Garett Reppenhagen, a former Army sniper, reads one of his own poems and creates a sense of urgency for ending the occupation. He introduces fellow vet Agustin Aguayo who has unilaterally withdrawn himself from active duty to pursue his case as a conscientious objector to the Supreme Court if necessary.

The two had a spirit of determination similar to what we shared in VVAW when opposing our ill-conceived Southeast Asia adventure. For example, when Pres. Nixon ordered the useless Christmas Eve bombings of Hanoi as a negotiation tactic, we protested by drawing our own blood and throwing it onto a prominent military billboard downtown. We waited to be arrested in the spirit of civil disobedience, but no one showed up. It was too damn cold.

These IVAW vets will do this and more. The Post-Dispatch reported approximately 90 IVAW members went next door to the city's convention center the day after the Speakout to confront military recruiters trying to work the crowd at something called the Missouri Black Expo.

Kelly Dougherty, 29, director of the IVAW and former medic and military police officer who served in Bosnia as well as Iraq, explained the demonstration to a reporter: We want people to know the truth about military service and that it's not always what they say. She pointed out many potential recruits, especially women and minorities, may not realize some consequences of prolonged war in Iraq: increased chances of repeated deployments, extended tours of duty overseas, a call back into war even after an enlistment has expired and difficulty accessing benefits on return.

In addition to vets, other speakers represented Gold Star Families Speak Out; the Guerrero Azeteca Peace Project; the American Civil Liberties Union and Grassroots America for Us. Big and small, the diversity had to inspire others as it did me.

By 10 p.m. I feel effects from this generous filling of words. I decide to amble back across Eads Bridge to get some perspective on the day's heated insights while the Missouri humidity gradually abates. I mull over what the last speaker said, a fellow Ozarker, Tina Richards who has moved from Salem, Mo., to join the anti-war movement in Washington D.C. ; "I owe you my son's life...", is how she explained her commitment to end the occupation in Iraq. "My son Cory had two tours with Marines in Iraq", she tells us..." They were going to send him over again despite severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The movement to end this war and save others from what he went through is the first thing to grab him since being back in the states. I owe you all everything."

This kind of dedication differs from the gamblers' endless routines across the river at the Casino Queen. The bright lights there seem to never fade, but for most the wager is a habit, just a way to pass a little time and maybe win a few easy bucks.

The commitment to end the occupation runs much deeper. I wish I had time to be more involved. No one speaker dominated the evening. All said something powerful. With so many different organizations represented, the VfP seems like a huge, friendly tent. The Speakout was a time to explore as well, as to inspire activists.

For anti-warriors of all kinds, their commitment goes beyond a hope for a quick payback to tumble down by luck. All seem to know they are working not only to save the lives of others, whether American, Afghani or Iraqi, but also their own and those they hold most dear. Two ways of life, habit or choice, follow crowds to the big parking lots of America or search out one's own path. The long- term commitment to the peace movement isn't the easy way. In most respects however it does seem a whole lot happier, spirited and certainly hopeful, than more conventional habits of the heart.

www.vetspeak.org

The Sun Times Tribute: Remembering Bill Davis

President of Vietnam Vets Against the War
Year-long tour convinced him it was wrong
September 9, 2007
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Larry Finley, Staff reporter
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Bill Davis was against war because he had been part of the Vietnam War.

A product of West Virginia farm fields, he joined the Air Force in 1966 in hopes of avoiding jungle battlefields. Instead he ended up a helicopter mechanic at Vung Tau Army Airfield, in Vietnam.

"Very early in his tour he had to unload the bodies from the helicopters," said his wife, Joan. "That's when it hit him. It wasn't something he talked about."
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William Hugh Davis, 59, president of the Vietnam Veterans Against the War, died of interstitial pneumonia Wednesday in the University of Chicago Hospitals.

Mr. Davis had been an anti-war activist for more than 30 years. He also was a United Parcel Service mechanic, a labor activist and president of Local #701 of the International Association of Machinists and Aerospace Workers.

Joined the Air ForceBorn in Baltimore on Feb. 24, 1948, Mr. Davis ended up living with grandparents in West Virginia after his parents separated and divorced, his wife said.
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"When the war came, he was from a family that was always in the service," she said. "In West Virginia that's what you did. . . . He didn't get a football scholarship that would hold him and he knew he would be drafted so he chose the Air Force and got assigned to an Army division. Very early on, he decided that the venture was wrong."

His assignments during a year in Vietnam (1968-1969) included servicing aircraft and playing football on a military team, his wife said. He then served for a year in Thailand with the Automated Battlefield Project, an effort to use the latest electronic technology to gather information and to locate and eliminate the enemy.

"He saw what a big country and the electronic battlefield could do to a small country," said Barry Romo, national coordinator for the VVAW. "He saw Vietnamese die. He saw Americans die. He came back determined to make the world a better place. He didn't turn to violence . . . or cynicism, or self-destruction."

After the war, he settled in Columbus, Ohio, near his mother, and attended Ohio State University. He joined the VVAW and moved to the headquarters in Chicago. Here he met his future wife, who was a political activist from the University of Wisconsin in Madison. "We met through political circles," she said. "Some of our fondest moments were selling political newspapers at the steel mills in the wee hours of the day. If we sold two papers, we thought we were successful."

Also opposed war in IraqMr. Davis retired this year as a mechanic for UPS, where he was president of his local, as well as a former steward and chief steward. He was active in the Oak Park Democratic Party and had worked in numerous political campaigns, including that of Chicago Mayor Harold Washington.

He was a vocal opponent of the war in Iraq, his wife said, and a founder of Labor Against the War. He worked with the Iraq Veterans Against the War and was a regular speaker at Veterans Day and Memorial Day rallies, as well as national and international events.

Mr. Davis was a big, burly, bear of a guy whose enthusiasm extended to food and drink, coaching and umpiring in the Oak Park Youth Baseball league, and supporting the Chicago Bears and the White Sox, his wife said.

"I hated football and Bill hadn't missed a Bears game in 25 years, rain or shine," his wife said. "He had season tickets up in the top rows with the spiders. . . . I went to one game. For Bill and me, having a belief that activism can make a better world is what bonded us and kept our marriage strong."

During it all, he never neglected his daughter, Rebecca, or his son, Joshua, who died in 2001 at the age of 18, said his wife of 29 years.

"He always had hope," his wife said. "Not that he wasn't frustrated and angry at the slowness of things, but he always hoped for better."

A memorial service is pending.

Friday, August 17, 2007

AFTER ACTION REPORT:

VVAW 40th AnniversaryFlyin' in Friday a.m.
Chicago, Il August 03-05, 2007

Spoken in the vernacular of The Day: xWhat a trip!

The past week or so has been like a free fall through time: faces, flashes, vignettes, and vibes. What I had originally perceived to be an escape from mundane daily reality -- a venture into the surrealistic world of veterans’ political activism and a world where even the most subtle nuances can carry or lose the day -- turned out to be more of what they call these days an experience in "closure" for me. Closure, at least, in the world of veterans’ activism; a world I have been privileged to have some small part in creating and shaping over the past forty years. A world where the adrenaline flowed freely and political agendas clashed and merged into unity of purpose against overwhelming odds.
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But, that was yesterday and yesterday’s gone.
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Strange. I had expected to become fired up from sharing air with so many movers and shakers, not all peaceful feelin' like this. After all, next to the Objectives of VVAW and personal politics, force of personality was one of our most powerful resources back in The Day. With so many folks with similar histories, experiences and lifestyles gathered in one location, I imagined that I would just be totally overwhelmed.

This thinking was predicated on my own epiphanies born of the VVAW experience and the sharing of the reality of it with these same personalities so many years ago. Thinking predicated on images of a time when there truly was revolution in the air. I expected that somehow there would actually be uncomfortable, intense sideline sessions over long-past, but no longer relevant political disputes. I expected that in this historically volatile group, long-smoldering disagreements would flare, hopefully that would be emotionally patched up with hugs filled with political maturity, some tears, and a heartfelt warmth for all who had stood, and apparently were still standing. This, despite the coldness of the political winter that has once again fallen across our great land. So much for expectations!

Instead, I found myself experiencing an inner peace that has been lacking for many years. Instead of flare-ups and hugs, there were just lots of hugs, no political rhetoric and nary a flare-up at least that I was witness to. More of a "tales-around the-campfire" kind of gathering, rather than an opportunity to air long repressed disagreements, I am pleased to report. All of the apprehension and tension fell away that first night at the Thai Binh Vietnamese restaurant on Argyle in downtown Chicago. The times have indeed changed!
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By the time we arrived at Thai Binh, there were only a few coveted “33”s left for consumption. The crowd spilled out onto the sidewalk from overcrowding inside. While everyone inside switched to a rather strange (but actually not bad) beer, one apparently brewed in China at a German-owned brewery. I had so many of these that weekend, the name is blurred in my memory though I vaguely remember it as being Vietnamese(?). It was, as I recall, sort of a Vietnamese Heineken's (green bottle and all) and certainly highlighted the Global political perspective of the crowd.

I arrived at the restaurant with Russ Scheidler, a VetSpeaker and the man behind the music of Camo & Lace, his wife Linda Crouch, and a new personal friend, vet Doug Drews. Doug is a recent, past president of Vets for Peace in the Twin Cities and the reader of Steve Hassna's words on Camo & Lace. These folks are all Diane's very close friends from the recording of Camo in 2005. We were there to not only "grip and grin" during the hospitality hours on Friday night, but to distribute our VetSpeak "unofficial" VVAW 40th commemoration publication that we had created just for the occasion. I use the term "we" loosely. Truth is, Diane was the soul of this project, putting in an incredible number of hours, and mustering resources from the most unblievable, and greatly appreciated sources and support folks. Had it not been for all of her effort and creativity, our brave little band would probably have not made it to the Windy City to share in this historical occasion.

So, while Russ, Linda and Doug mixed it up with the crowd on the sidewalk, I squeezed my way inside to request clearance to distribute our "unofficial" publication. The place was SRO and rockin' out! I was able to easily find Barry Romo just inside the door and he was having a large time! Barry and I go back to our early VVAW days in Southern California when he was a major player in the San Bernardino Chapter. Back then we referred to that chapter as the Inland Empire. I was actively involved elsewhere in Southern California, mostly with the Orange County, LA and the CSUN (Cal State Northridge) chapters we liked to call the SouthCoast Surfers Empire. I came to personally know Barry through our VVAW organizational efforts around the Gary Lawton trials. VVAW worked closely with the "Free Gary Lawton" community group headed up by Gary's wife, Chukia, a most impressive and incredible woman and consumate grassroots community organizer.

Until that very electric moment at the Thi Binh, Barry and I hadn't seen one another since back in The Day. To say that we once had some strong political perspective differences would be an understatement. But when we met again and hugged each other these thirty years later, I knew that I was reuniting with, and hugging to my heart, a Brother -- political perspectives be damned. A Brother who had remained in the fight, keeping the banner ever present and keeping the Principles of the VVAW Objectives alive and well for the major part of all of our lives. Barry has not only subscribed to the Principles and Objectives, from where I'm sittin', he lived them. And that works, for me.

A toast to you Barry, just for still bein' there: Together Then... Together Again... What Soul! A special thanks to you for your help with sharing our commemorative tribute publication and allowing us to make it available at the registration table.

Meanwhile, all around us, period music from The Day wafted in fro
m somewhere unknown. The Thai Binh was alive and roaring with the cacophony of other long overdue, one-on-one reunions -- not to mention the tales-around-the-campfire style of VVAW history, emanating as outpourings of an emotionally charged Open-Mic Night setting. To my eyes, everyone there was as cool, beautiful and as slightly menacing as they were back in the day. To my ears, words were waking history and refreshing long fogged memories. My Heart? My Heart told me that I really was surrounded by family. It's corny, I know, but that Vietnamese restaurant had a lot of love in it that night!

A Full Next Day

Due to an over abundance of the aforementioned internationally oriented brew at the Thi Binh festivities (followed closely by an iced-down trash can full of Bud long-necks back at my room; Russ pickin' tunes appropriate to the occasion; and getting to better know my new friend, Doug Drews; we fell out a bit late. So, by the time that we managed to arrive at the Roosevelt University meeting hall on Saturday morning for all the meetings and panels, things were well underway and the room was packed. We saw not only all those who had packed the Thai Binh's "Welcome to the VVAW 40th" rally the night before crowding the room, but a bunch more folks as well! I was knocked out by the number of people filling up that large hall that morning. It was all just a little surreal, to me; just the way I've always liked it!
As we listened to the presentations of the opening panel (which consisted of a number of folks that I personally knew back in The Day but hadn't seen for over thirty years), the whole room was a kaleidoscope of shifting realities. Faces swirling around in my mind soon became recognizable after adjusting to the wear and tear of the years. Faces, at first a little hazy, then crystal clear as they were when I first encountered them back when revolution truly was in the air. And together, as an organization, we led the fray to bring to an end U.S. involvement in SE Asia and peace for its people, ousting in most-deserved disgrace, the war criminal and political tyrant Nixon and his gang of thugs.

Dare to Struggle, Dare to Win!
As the mental haze lifted, the words being spoken stirred up an incredible array of imagery reminding me of the applied power of those in the room. I couldn't help but think of all those who didn't make it to Chicago, through either attrition or choice. I wish that they all had been there. I wish that they could feel the validation that was beginning to put a very warm slant on the unfolding events. I wish that they could feel what I felt, and experience some of that "closure" that I mentioned. I wish that they could have heard the words that I heard. And with these words I write here, I wish to tell them how much we all missed them sharing this validation with us.

What I believed to be true when we were young, was totally reinforced by sharing this incredible experience with these incredible people. At our peak, VVAW was documented to have about 8500 "active" VVAW members. In such a small group, far fewer than that imagined by the American public or the Nixon administration (but mightily feared by the oppressors for it's ability to win hearts and minds), it is easy to realize why everyone knew everyone, then and now.

Every member from those days has a story to tell. Those stories are our history. That spirit
permeated the entire proceedings in Chicago. It was the grassroots membership that drove VVAW in The Day. And it was the grassroots membership that were given tribute in Chicago. To me, this is a testament of our effectiveness as an organization at the grassroots level, and our principled ability to present a unified front around a predetermined set of Objectives or Demands. This, in spite of the amazing number of political perspectives of the membership in the face of overwhelming odds. Those of us who made it to Chicago were simply living proof of this, gathered once again in one spot for one unified purpose. We comprised, as it were, a living monument to the validity of the principles of Unity, Struggle, Victory!

The Future of VVAW: Be There for IVAW

Of course, being the occasion it was, there was discussion about the future of VVAW. With the impressive representation of the Iraq Veterans Against The War at the meeting, the decision was voiced all day by all in attendance: Be There For Them. IVAW put on a dynamite panel. They seemed to have a handle on where they want to go and how they want to get there. It all seemed clear to me: Continue to rally around the Objectives; understand how you fit in with all that history from our time: and share our experiences and resources with a new generation of anti-war veterans fresh from battle; an opportunity that was never there for us.

Early on, it became clear that their battles on the homefront were becoming increasingly similar to ours. The Truth was bubbling to the surface, reminding the world that we were right in the Post-Vietnam Syndrome (PVS/PTSD) days: The government's version of PTSD was a whitewash diagnosis that put the loss of the war on the backs of the veterans who fought in it. Walter Reed is nothing new, not by a long shot! I think that the younger vets left our event convinced that we had their back -- and would as long as we draw breath.

Those young warriors brought out the old spirit, alright. Somewhere toward the evening, Doug Drews and a few others itching for action commandeered the dais banner and took it to the streets. All that talking all day inspired an impromptu anti-war rally out on Michigan Avenue in front of the Roosevelt University. The turn out was great! We stood right across the street from the park where the Lollapalooza was being held, so we had lot's of exposure due the ebbing and flowing of the concert crowd, mixed in with regular Saturday evening traffic in Chicago.

After dinner in the meeting hall, the music began.
Anna Stange played music with some of the members. Russ and Diane Wood sang a couple of tunes from Camo & Lace. Russ continued with some of his original songs and some old labor songs like Solidarity Forever. He also sang a few Celtic tunes that he plays under the nomer, Hugin The Bard, which inspired some dancing in the audience. There was even a lilting version of Amazing Grace played on the bagpipes by the daughter of one of the members. And a little performance art done on guitar by cartoonist Billy X. Curmano.

But then, all too soon, the last dances were danced and it was Last Call. It was time to call it a day. And what a day it had been! Old friendships rekindled, lifelong political commitments renewed, love aged like fine wine flowing the whole time and most importantly, the torch passed on to a new generation of anti-war warriors. It don't get no better than that! Slowly, the lights dimmed, the crowd thinned, and the last of the musicians -- a little drunk with beer, history and emotion -- took their last turns trying to make the night last a little longer. And then, it was over. I swear that as I left the building, I heard people already talking about the 50th! What Soul!
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The Last Day

Sadly, on Sunday, our brave little band from MN, WI and FL were out of gas from all of that emotion, reverie and -- old age. I extend our apologies to all for our having missed that last important gathering, a brunch at the Vietnam Veteran's Museum. (We'll try and do better at the 50th.) In spite of all that I have written here, I have to admit I was glad to finally clear O'Hare for Florida after a long night in the airport and a 24-hour layover due to bad weather. But all that time in transit allowed me to ponder some of the things I learned on this most memorable trip: Real friendship will endure the tests of time, politics, and events. VVAW was and is the real deal and has remained true to the original Objectives. All the folks who were in Chicago for the 40th are very real (vernacular of the day) people, and are an important part of America's history. And it is imperative that all of us continue to make our powerful history known as far and wide as we can.

It is imperative that all of us continue to make make that powerful history known far and wide, as there is a whole new generation of warriors seeking answers...and those answers are in our history.
Semper Fi!

Willie Hager
www.VetSpeak.org

Saturday, July 28, 2007

VVAW 40th: The clock's tickin'...


UNITY, STRUGGLE, VICTORY !

Cracker Swamp, Fl - Five and a Wake-Up -- and I will have stepped back through time in Chicago amongst folks that I haven't seen or talked to in over thirty years. Folks who collectively, along with thousands of others from all across America, locked arms and changed the face of America way back in The Day.

Talk about flash-backs!

The last time that I was in Chicago with VVAW was for national meetings in the early 1970's. What a time it was! There was an incredible energy surrounding everything that we did back then. An energy that pulled folks from all over the country to rally around the Objectives of VVAW, and to plan and manage a national identity and successful political strategy from the grassroots up -- an identity that ultimately had Nixon and his lackeys reeling in frustration, and suffering agonizing public defeat.

It was a maddening frustration for them born of VVAW's charismatic power to reach and influence the American electorate with its message of peace in Southeast Asia and social and political change right here at home. All of this despite the best efforts of the Justice Department, highly paid political operatives and negative media campaigns not only funded by the RNC, but which were openly supported by Nixon's increasingly crooked administration, i.e. Plumbers and Dirty Tricks.

Those best efforts were actively mounted against VVAW with a tyrannical vengeance, i.e. Gainesville 8 (12) trial re Center For Constitutional Rights, and the FBI COINTEL program re Glass House Tapes,1973. No biggie; we won anyway. Truth always wins in the end as long as someone stands up to tell it as did VVAW at the Winter Soldier Investigation, Operation Dewey Canyon III, and Operation Last Patrol to the Miami Republican Convention in 1972. Nixon ultimately fell in disgrace, many of his cronies went to jail and peace came to Vietnam. For a short while, America had its Flag back.

Now we gather in Chicago once again in another century, no less! This time it is to reflect on our history and our continued unity of purpose: the preservation of the Truth of Our Times and our apparent staying power under less than favorable conditions. It is a time to exchange tales around the campfire. Tales not only relived from The Day, but from what for many of us have become the lost years. Those years that were lost following the melting back into society of the true heart of the movement; the masses of stalwarts that took the mission and carried us to victory. Those years that the adrenaline was still pumping without a target for its manifestations.

I would like to think that this VVAW 40th Anniversary -- an incredible validation for those who stood and fought back in The Day and is in the best Winter Soldier tradition -- will also stand as a positive example for today's Combat Veterans as they return to The World and encounter the unfeeling bureaucracies, and experience the DOD and the VA's inadequacies in caring for their Special Problems. Problems that are unique to, and directly result from, America's Second Great Nightmare of Counter-Insurgency Warfare. Problems which were never adequately addressed by the government the first time around and so are now festering into open wounds again today, i.e. Walter Reed. Special Problems that are not only physically debilitating, but socially and psychologically debilitating. Problems that we have been actively dealing with for 40 years. Lessons that we have been learning for 40 years; lessons that we can share with them:

Unity, Struggle, Victory.

This 40th Anniversary gathering is a living example for our returning troops. By organizing and demonstrating a unity of purpose and employing the very training and skills and lessons learned in a military combat environment, they will earn a more powerful voice and image than those who would do them any disservice for political, personal or capital gain. These are the very ingredients that made VVAW history and ensured its continued existence.

It is these returning troups that bring us together again in Chicago on 3-5 August, 2007, some thirty years after we prevailed victorious against the tyrants of The Day, and the smoke from those surrealistic battles has long since cleared. We gather to consider and gain validation over our past history, sending a loud and clear message to our young Brothers and Sisters:

As we did it Together Then...
They can do it Together Again...

We are still here to support them in their battles, whenever needed and/or called upon.

Semper Fi!

Willie Hager
VVAW Regional Coordinator
Calif/Nev 1972-1974
http://www.vetspeak.org/

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Dramatic Disparities between the Tragic Casualties of Virginia Tech and War
By
Dr. Raymond Scurfield
Dr. Raymond Scurfield, recognized internationally for his expertise in war-related trauma, has written a trilogy of books about war’s impact. The most recent is War Trauma: Lessons Unlearned From Vietnam to Iraq. He also has several writings about the impact of Hurricane Katrina. He is an associate professor and director of the Katrina Research Center at the University of Southern Mississippi Gulf Coast and can be contacted at raymond.scurfield@usm.edu.

Gulfport, Miss. -- The 32 people murdered at Virginia Tech on April 16 have received an amazing and heartfelt plethora of national media coverage and public attention for several days, and rightfully so.

This coverage included front page stories, color photographs and columns about each victim; all national magazines and television stations carried major in-depth coverage. Virginia Tech is rallying, shouting out, "as terrible as the deaths are, we shall survive and not be defined by this, and we will not forget those who were killed." What a wonderful community and national outpouring of grief, caring, reflection, recognition and determination.

Conversely, as a Vietnam veteran, I am acutely aware of the contrast and the deafening sounds of silence about almost all of the deaths in Iraq and Afghanistan of American servicemen and women. These deaths were recorded in small boxes at the bottom of a page in newspapers. An example of such a recording states, “A Marine died Friday during combat in Anbar province;” some notices add name, rank and hometown. No photographs or columns of testimony about each war casualty, about their lives and dreams that had been snuffed out in the war zone; no coverage of what family, friends, former schoolmates and teachers had to say about them. No nation glued to the television, no other national media coverage and no sharing in a national communal grieving and homage.

In fact, the over 3,300 killed-in-action (KIA) in Iraq and Afghanistan have all arrived back in the United States in caskets – in the middle of the night. This is a purposeful political decision to keep our war casualties shrouded in secrecy – diametrically opposite to the national spotlight shining on Virginia Tech. Similar treatment occurs for those classified as wounded-in-action (WIA) and arriving on medical evacuation flights. There are no television cameras to greet them or interviews about how they survived. In contrast to the wounded survivors at Virginia Tech, there are no interviews about their thoughts regarding their comrades-in-arms who were killed. I was in tears as one wounded Virginia Tech survivor described his fortune to be alive and his grief over those killed. Yes, this is how the coverage and homage should be.

Wait a minute. Why not the same extent of coverage and homage for each serviceman and woman KIA and WIA as that accorded to the Virginia Tech casualties? Are American servicemen and women war casualties so inconsequential as to not deserve such prominent, in-depth homage as a group, let alone as individuals? Or perhaps there are just so many KIA and WIA that the grief would be overwhelming if the media and the public attempted to pay the same depth of coverage and homage

Is it that too many in our country, from political figures and other leaders down to John and Jane Doe citizen, want to avert the painful reality of the mounting toll of losses and how horrific the actual daily carnage of this war is for American servicemen and women? Lest we forget, there is the exponentially greater carnage to the Iraqi people.

Until we are willing to have a Virginia Tech-level of national outpouring of sympathy, caring, grief and homage for each and every casualty of the current war that we are fighting, we will continue to keep our heads buried deeply in the sand. We will continue to deny, minimize, sanitize and avoid, truly avoid, full recognition of the tragedy and grief of the death and mayhem that we are sanctioning hundreds of thousands of Americans to face and experience day after day in a distant foreign land.

I say enough is enough. It’s time to stop such collusion of sanitization and silence about the full human carnage that is the immediate cost of this war, the extraordinary longer-term cost of those WIA and the costs for the even greater numbers of psychiatric casualties. Give each and every such casualty the same coverage, caring and homage accorded, rightfully so, to the dead, wounded and other survivors of Virginia Tech. Otherwise, stop the disparity, indeed, the hypocrisy. Treat the dead and survivors of Virginia Tech and their memories just like we treat each KIA and WIA in our nation's war.

Let's uncover who the real hypocrites and sanitizers of the full cost of war are, versus those who are willing, with eyes wide open, to continue to sanction a war about which we truly acknowledge the full human cost. Or we can continue to devote a mere few lines of national media print to each American life snuffed out, no in-depth national media coverage, no national mourning and homage. There will continue to be even less coverage of those WIA and even less of impacted families and friends. We can forget about any mourning and homage for the tens of thousands of dead and maimed Iraqis.

This is one of the many lessons unlearned about our American way during and following every war that we have fought. We engage in war with our eyes wide shut about the full human cost, now and later. The remarkable disparities between how the casualties of Virginia Tech have been appropriately recognized, mourned and honored, in vivid contrast to the pittance accorded to almost any of the 3,300+ KIA in Iraq and Afghanistan, is a tragic testimony to that indisputable fact.

America can treat our nation’s finest – who put their lives and health in harm’s way in service to our country – a whole lot better.