Message from Cindy Sheehan,
August 17
The Peaceful Occupation of Crawford—Putting Out
Fires
The right wingers are really having a field day with me. It hurts me really badly, but I am willing to put up with the crap, if it ends the war a minute sooner than it would have. I would like to address some specific concerns that have been raised against me.
The first one is about my divorce. I addressed this on my blog the other
night. My divorce was in the works way before I came out to Crawford. My
husband filed the papers before this all started. It just recorded last Friday.
My husband didn’t know that it would become public record, and public
knowledge. He had told his lawyer not to serve me with the paperwork or even
bother me while I was at
Another “big deal” today was the lie that I had said that Casey died for
I didn’t blog about the cross incident last night. I was at the Peace House when there was a big commotion and people started saying that someone had run over our Arlington Crawford display. I know this is old news because I have seen great posts about it today. This is how I feel. The right wingers are emailing me and spewing filth about me on the radio and on the television saying that I am dishonoring my son’s memory. This man who ran over the crosses thinks he is a better American than we are. He thinks he is more patriotic than we are. Does he really believe that he is honoring the memories of the fallen and his country by running down 500 crosses and about 60 American flags? The Iraq Veterans Against the War who were here were also very offended. Those crosses represented their buddies who didn’t make it home. And they are so aware of the fact that one of those crosses could have their name on it.
Yesterday, we had a counter-protester who played his guitar across the way from us and sang (very terribly!!!) a song that loosely went like this:
Aiding and abetting the enemy.
How many ghosts did you make today?
Google me this, Google me that,
How many ghosts did you make today?
I find it so ironic that he was singing it to me, and not to George Bush. We named the song: The Ballad of George Bush. He came back out today, but blessed be to God, he didn’t bring his guitar, and he didn’t sing.
We are moving to a place that doesn’t have much shade and I put out an
appeal for tarps and a soldier from