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Possibility of Escape

Possibility of Escape

“That is also us, the possibility of us, if the wonderful accident of our birth had taken place elsewhere: you could be the refugee, I could be the torturer.  To face that truth is also our burden.  After all, each of us has been the bystander, the reasonable person who just happens not to hear, […]

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Drones, Prisons, and the Rehabilitation of an Abolitionist

On December 10, International Human Rights Day, federal Magistrate Matt Whitworth sentenced me to three months in prison for having crossed the line at a military base that wages drone warfare.  The punishment for our attempt to speak on behalf of trapped and desperate people, abroad, will be an opportunity to speak with people trapped […]

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Listen to Afghan Peace Volunteers

Listen to Afghan Peace Volunteers

I’ve been a guest in Colorado Springs, Colorado, following a weeklong retreat with Colorado College students who are part of a course focused on nonviolence.  In last weekend’s Colorado Springs Gazette, there was an article in the Military Life section about an international skype phone call between U.S. soldiers in Kandahar, Afghanistan and sixth-grade girls […]

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From Afghanistan, "Thank You, Bradley Manning"

From Afghanistan, “Thank You, Bradley Manning”

May 29, 2013 A few evenings ago, as the sky began to darken here in Kabul, Afghanistan, a small group of the Afghan Peace Volunteers (APVs) gathered for an informal presentation about WikiLeaks, its chief editor Julian Assange, and its most prominent contributor Bradley Manning.  Basir Bita, a regular visitor to the APV household, began […]

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Zainab, Umalbanin, Ali, Kathy, and Martha going up the mountainside

In Kabul, Widows and Orphans Move Up

January 7, 2013 Zainab, Umalbanin, Ali, Kathy, and Martha going up the mountainside Kabul — Yesterday, four young Afghan Peace Volunteer members, Zainab, Umalbanin, Abdulhai, and Ali, guided Martha and me along narrow, primitive roads and crumbling stairs, ascending a mountain slope on the outskirts of Kabul.  The icy, rutted roads twisted and turned.  I […]

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