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Why Do I Write This Blog???

The easiest (and probably the most honest) answer to that question is: I don't know. It all started in the summer of 2005, when I went to Crawford, Texas ( a.k.a. the home of the prez's ranch, a.k.a. the home of Camp Casey) to support Cindy Sheehan. I wanted the world to know that, contrary to what one could read in the mainstream media, the peace movement was alive and well and large numbers of Americans did not support the war in Iraq. I wanted people to know that thousands of Americans were willing to travel to Texas and tolerate the heat, humidity, and bugs in order to support a grieving mother whose new purpose was to shine a light on the lies that led to the war and to bring home our troops so that no other mother would have to know the pain that she felt.

Over time, this blog has become more of an exploration of who I am, my spirituality, and how life works. I love life's complexities, exploring the shades of gray. I want to, as Rainier Maria Rilke said,

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Maybe my blog is just one big question about what is needed in order for people to take the time to love and cherish each other and our earth. Maybe someday, I will "live along some distant day into the answer."

In the meantime, thank you for joining me on my journey. I welcome you to share yours with me

 

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Same Story, Different President?

Once again, I can hardly stand to think about the actions of my country. It's beyond painful to know about the horrors that we are causing in Afghanistan (and Iraq - still).
BAGRAM, Afghanistan (Reuters) - Life as 8-year-old Razia knew it ended one March morning when a shell her father says was fired by Western troops exploded into their house, enveloping her head and neck in a blazing chemical.

Now she spends her days in a U.S. hospital bed at the Bagram airbase, her small fingernails still covered with flaking red polish but her face an almost unrecognisable mess of burned tissue and half her scalp a bald scar.

"The kids called out to me that I was burning but the explosion was so strong that for a moment I was deaf and couldn't hear anything," her father, Aziz Rahman, told Reuters.

"And then my wife screamed 'the kids are burning' and she was also burning," he added, his face clouding over at the memory.

The flames that consumed his family were fed by a chemical called white phosphorous, which U.S. medical staff at Bagram said they found on Razia's face and neck.

It bursts into fierce fire on contact with the air and can stick to and even penetrate flesh as it burns.

White phosphorus can be used legally in war to provide light, create smokescreens or burn buildings, so it is not banned under international treaties that forbid using chemicals as weapons.


And I wonder...

When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

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posted by Carol at 10:27 AM


10 Comments:

Blogger Indigo said...

Indigo Incarnates

So... am I imagining things, or does the Middle East get more unstable the more we mess with it?

1:00 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Indigo,

Yeah, really. We aren't helping!!!

2:07 PM  
Blogger ThomasLB said...

I don't consider this "my" country anymore. It's just "a" country.

And not a very nice one.

3:52 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Thomas,

I can understand that. It certainly does not represent me or my ideals.

9:36 PM  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

White phosphorous (when I was an armor officer we called the shells that contained it "Willie Pete") is a horrible weapon.

7:02 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Nick,

It IS a horrible weapon. But then, I can't think of a war weapon that's not horrible.

9:28 AM  
OpenID daffy said...

Painful reading Carol.

12:50 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

You're right, Daffy.

And our actions are even more painful for the families living in Iran and Afghanistan...

2:38 PM  
Blogger A New Beginning said...

We kill each other and then we dream of a world where peace exists..how can the two coexist.
It was great to know your views Carol...great to kw that there are people who oppose such inhuman torture.

8:33 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Beginning,

I think there are many who wish for only kindness. And then there are those who are confused...

9:29 PM  

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