Can't Make It To Crawford?

by Ray McGovern


August 19, 2005

Ray McGovern works for Tell the Word, the publishing arm of the ecumenical Church of the Saviour in Washington, DC, and is co-founder of Veteran Intelligence Professionals for Sanity.  On Wednesday, he arrived home in Arlington, Va., after five days in Crawford, and shared these remarks with 300 neighbors at the close of a candlelight observance in honor of Cindy Sheehan that evening.

President Bush still refuses to meet with Cindy Sheehan, the Rosa Parks of Crawford, Texas, but there is some good news.  While Crawford’s Camp Casey (named after Cindy’s son killed in Iraq on April 4, 2004) continues to be short on amenities, a sympathetic neighbor has given the hundred or so friends I left there on Wednesday a field in which they can pitch their tents.  No longer will they have to try to sleep in the seven-foot wide ditch alongside the road, with local pick-up trucks and Secret Service SUVs whizzing by honking reveille at 5:00 a.m.  In addition, newly donated tarps are providing some protection from fire ants by night and the 105-degree sun by day.

A rumor ran through the camp that Karl Rove set loose the fire ants into the ditches in the same way he has loosed the rabid talk-show-dogs that have been barking at Cindy.  But it turns out the ants are indigenous—like other local pests.

Folks ask me what I think Cindy Sheehan and her devoted supporters need most at Camp Casey.  In my view, the answer is simple: They have built it; will you come?  Your bodies are needed on site to help petition our government for redress of the grievance of reckless endangerment of the bodies and the souls of the young men and women sent off to wage an unnecessary war.

At Riverside Church  in 1967, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. began by quoting a statement by Clergy and Laymen Concerned About Vietnam: “A time comes when silence is betrayal.” Dr. King added, “That time has come for us in relation to Vietnam.”

And that time has come for us in relation to Iraq.  But where are the "Clergy and Laymen Concerned About Iraq"?  Where are the successors to Dr. King?  “There is only us,” says Annie Dillard, and she is right of course.  We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Dr. King was typically direct: “We must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak....there is such a thing as being too late....Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with lost opportunity....Over the bleached bones of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words: “Too late.”

I believe Cindy Sheehan provides prophetic example for us all.  She let herself be guided by the spirit within.  President George W. Bush had said that the sacrifice of our dead soldiers, including Casey, was “worth it.”  And earlier this month he added that it was all in a “noble cause.”  Cindy, while giving a talk at a conference in Dallas, spontaneously asked if someone would come with her to Crawford, because she needed to ask the president what it was that he was describing as a “noble cause.”  You know the rest of the story.  The point I would make here is simply that she was open to the spirit within, decided to follow its prompting, and did not hesitate to claim the help she needed.

Cindy used her conference speech to speak out clearly, as she has been doing for these past several months, and then she acted.

Is it not time for us—each of us—to be open to such prompting.  Is it not time for us, amid the carnage in Iraq, amid a presidentially promulgated policy permitting torture “consistent with military necessity,” amid growing signs of an attack by Israel and/or the U.S. on Iran—is it not high time for us to speak...and to act.  How, in God’s name, can we not act?

Dr. King enjoined his listeners at Riverside Church to “seek out every creative means of protest possible,” in matching actions with our words.

Not all of us can go to Crawford.  So let’s be creative.

I wear a T-shirt with a representation of Arlington West on the front.  At 7:30 AM every Sunday, Veterans for Peace in the area of Los Angeles bring white crosses, stars of David and crescents down to Santa Monica beach as a poignant reminder of those troops killed in Iraq.  The crosses, stars and crescents are arrayed respectfully in lines as hauntingly straight as those here in our own Arlington Cemetery.

When, a few months ago, I had the privilege of helping my veteran colleagues set up Arlington West, there were 1,600 crosses, stars, crescents and it took three hours to set them in place.  We are fast approaching 1,900; I don’t know how long it takes to emplace them now.  When the veterans of Arlington West heard of Cindy Sheehan’s courageous witness in Crawford, they packed up 800 and drove all night to ensure that a large slice of Arlington West could be emplaced in newly created Arlington Crawford at Camp Casey.

That’s creative, no?

Here we already have “Arlington East” to honor the dead.  But what about the thousands and thousands of wounded?  Can we be imaginative enough to discern visually creative ways to witness to and honor our wounded?   And what about all those dead Iraqi civilians—“collateral damage,” in military parlance—who, absent the war,  would be alive today?  The number of civilian dead was put as high as 100,000 a year ago.  Our government does not consider Iraqi casualties worth counting.  Is this a way of saying that, in our country’s view, Iraqis don’t count?  Have we become so callous as to ignore, and thus acquiesce in that?

These are some spontaneous thoughts...the only suggestions that occur to me this evening regarding things we might consider doing to walk the talk.  No doubt, you will have more imaginative, more creative ideas.  Don’t wait.  Remember: There is such a thing as being too late.

The fire ants were not the only pests in Crawford. There were a few unfriendly folks who kept telling us to go to hell.  That brought to mind the dictum of the 18th century English statesman and philosopher Edmund Burke: “The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of crisis, remain neutral.”

Let’s not oblige the pests; I understand that hell is even hotter than Crawford.