March 20th, Saturday morning, I rolled over sleepily unwilling to rouse myself from the comfort of bed. I had planed to attend the Peace March in San Francisco that morning, marking the one-year anniversary of the US invasion of Iraq, making clear my resistance to policies of preemptive action. Now that the time had come to act, I really didn’t feel like going. My friends Caroline and Andre had asked me to go hiking that afternoon – promises of single unattached women sparking my interest. It would be easier to lie in bed, do some reading and go hiking in the afternoon – why bother with the trek up to the city.I had never attended a public demonstration before, and I didn’t know what to expect. I recalled television news reports over the years, brief images and sound bites of angry people filling the streets. I felt strongly that our countries actions in Iraq were not just, but wasn’t sure I wanted to express my opinion in this way. The previous day I heard a radio report that the city was going to be a mad house due to the demonstrations, the announcer warned people to stay away.
I hadn’t planned to meet anyone at the march, so I was free to blow it off without letting anyone else down. I roused myself out of bed and wondered into the living room of Andre and Caroline’s house to check my email. My van was in the shop for repairs and I was staying with them for a few days while it was being fixed. I booted up my laptop and logged on.
One of the messages was from the Dennis Kucinich presidential campaign – I had voted for Dennis in the California primary. I agreed with his message and plans, happy that a candidate was taking an idealistic approach. I tried to stay in touch with the campaign through their email list; they usually sent so many that I never read them all, but I read this one. (more…)