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Rachel Corrie - American Killed by Israel not Palestine !!!!
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END THE WAR NOW!!
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March on the Pentagon 3/17

March on the Pentagon

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Perkins Lies
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Boston's ABC affiliate, WCVB, recently re-aired its piece about the Perkins School for the Blind; on it's nightly newsmagazine show, "Chronicle."  Sadly Perkins has, once again, been portrayed as something it is not.

Perkins continues to lie to prospective students and parents, and the general public, when it says that they offer an equitable, or better, educational environment then public schools. As a former student, I can tell you that this IS NOT the case.

The majority of Perkins' current students are multi-handicapped and/or mentally challenged.  The school's curriculum, like any institution's, is geared towards the majority of its student body. This causes students whose only disability is blindness to receive a sub-standard education. "Chronicle" was blatantly wrong to claim that Perkins has "rigorous academic standards."  The fact that very few Perkins students pass the MCAS is a glaring example of this.

While it is true that students who are blind or visually impaired may face many academic, social, and emotional difficulties in public school, it does them an even greater disservice to send them to a segregated institution. This kind of artificial environment does not prepare students for the outside world.  Perkins would serve these students, and the public, much better by using its money and influence to advocate for the improvement of special education services to all students with disabilities.

While there is no denying that, at one time, Perkins School for the Blind WAS a good educational opportunity for blind students, this is no longer the case.  Perkins needs to wake up and stop living in the past!  Inclusion has been the law for a generation, and there is no turning back!

Hear my friend Jon's editorial at http://www.patriotsforprogress.us/blind.htm

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Honor the Native Americans killed by Columbus

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Offensive Article
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*** MAVIS Mailman Message ***
www.massblindstudents.org

The article written by Gabrielle Hamilton, is terrible.  After reading it, I
could not stop being angry for a long time.  Lets, for the moment, pretend
that everything said by the author is true.  That is that the blind man
could not actually do the job.  In my mind, that is secondary to the
publisher's choice to use this particular story as the promotional material
in advance of this author's book.
If someone wrote a book or an article about an African American
applying to be a mechanic, and said, "When he talked his huge black lips
looked like they were going to swallow up my shop."  The media would,
rightfully, refuse to publish such an insensitive, racist statement.
However, when someone writes about a visually impaired person's eyes, and
compares them to a hotel fish tank, not only is it published, but it is
thought to be good promotional material.  This is a great example of how
many years behind the blind civil rights movement really is.
Having said that, the biggest reason that our civil rights movement is so
far behind is because, far too often, we accept this kind of treatment.  We do
not protest, we do not sit-in, we do not even call, or write.  There is no
effort to boycott Hearst Publishing, or the New York Times, it is as if
nothing happened.
Compare this to the reaction that former Secretary of Education William
Bennett's racist statements got earlier this week.  Congressman went out of
there way to condemn them on the floor, media outlets ran stories about how
misguided they were, even our old pal, President Bush, came out against them.
However, insulting, prejudicial comments about blind people are still
promotional material.
So as you sit down to do your normal Saturday night activities ask yourself,
Are you ready to get off your ass and do something?  Stop your wining, and
complaining about how busy you are, and about how difficult it will be, and
just for a few minutes start giving a dam about yourselves, and other blind
people because articles like this reflect badly on all of us, and make it
just a little harder for all of us to find work.
In case, you haven't noticed, I am now just as angry at the apathetic
"blindness community" as I am the ignorant author, and publisher of this
discriminatory crap.  Equal rights, unfortunately, are not something just
given to all Americans, they must be earned, and the blind people of America
must start earning theirs, and forcing the rest of society to stop seeing us
as either champions who climb mountains, or promotional materials for there
insensitive publications.
Jonathan Simeone

>
> The New York Times Magazine
>
> September 25, 2005
> Eat, Memory: Line of Sight
> By GABRIELLE HAMILTON
>
> A couple of years ago I placed an ad for a line cook. And there was a
> guy who, according to his résumé, should have been right up my alley. He
> held a grill position in a busy seafood joint at the shore; he had
> studied philosophy and political science; and he had about four years of
> experience in the industry. I was looking forward to meeting this guy,
> with whom an after-work conversation over beers might be possible, and
> who had just enough years in the industry to still have something to
> learn, but not so few that he would need to be taught everything. I
> called him up and we had a pleasant phone exchange. I liked his voice,
> his manner; he was intelligent and articulate. I invited him in for an
> interview the following day.
>
> The first thing I noticed when he arrived was that he was blind. His
> eyes wandered around in their sockets like tropical fish in the aquarium
> of a cheap hotel lobby.
>
> We managed a handshake and sat at the bar and I asked him about his
> responsibilities at the busy seafood restaurant, and he answered
> entirely reasonably. He understood the language I used and spoke it back
> to me: the sort of shorthand code that people who work in kitchens
> speak.
>
> I said, "How many covers for lunch?"
>
> And he said, "85 to 110."
>
> I said, "What kind of mis" - prep - "is there in a fried-seafood place?"
>
> And he laughed and said, "Yeah, it's all lemon wedges and tartar sauce."
>
> We talked a bit about his education in philosophy: he was a Hegel fan.
> Finally, I showed him our menu. He held it up to his face as if to
> breathe in its written contents, to discover by inhaling what it said in
> plain print. I felt more certain than ever when I observed this that he
> was blind, but naturally doubted myself because obviously the guy had
> worked in restaurants, something that - though we may joke - really
> can't and shouldn't be done. And in spite of the proximity to his face
> at which he held the menu, I thought maybe I was making some despicable
> assumptions about the "sight impaired" and needed to get my politics up
> to date. So I booked him for a "trial," the industry equivalent of an
> audition.
>
> I went right downstairs and unpinned the schedule from the cork board
> and penciled him into the grill station the next night. He wrote his new
> phone number on the top of his résumé in large unwieldy script and even
> managed, more or less, to locate and cross out the old number. I looked
> at him as directly in the eyes as I could, thinking maybe I should ask
> about what seemed obvious, but instead I said: "Well, you seem average
> in build - we have pants and jackets in the general human range, so you
> don't need to bring your own whites. And you'll just need a chef knife,
> a utility and a paring knife. No need to bring your 40-pound kit
> tomorrow." He nodded without returning my gaze.
>
> "Is there anything else you can think of?" I asked hopefully. He said
> only that he'd like to keep the menu if I didn't mind so that he could
> study it a bit before his trial. Done deal. We shook hands again,
> miraculously.
>
> For the rest of the day I thought that maybe he wasn't blind, and that
> just because his eyes rolled around didn't mean he couldn't make out
> shape and color. But then I thought shape and color schmolor, how
> is this guy going to dice a white onion on a white cutting board? I
> thought maybe I was an ignorant jerk who didn't realize how far the
> blind had come. Maybe he had worked out some kind of system to
> compensate. I took a mental inventory of famous accomplished blind
> people. Could playing the piano be anything like grilling fish over open
> flame, in the midst of hot fryer fat, sharp knives, macho line cooks and
> slippery floors? What was the preferred term for blind these days,
> anyway?
>
> By the morning of his trial, I had talked myself into the certainty that
> though blind, he was obviously "sighted" in some other way. I felt sure
> that I was behind the times for thinking that just because someone was
> blind that he couldn't work a job as a line cook in a busy restaurant.
> Or even be the lunch chef of one, as his résumé claimed. I knew,
> vaguely, that when a person lost one sense, the others kicked in
> expertly to compensate. I assured myself that he had developed a system
> by which he heard the food, or felt the food, or smelled which plate was
> used for which entree. I became convinced that he, in fact, had evolved
> into such a higher species of line cook that we would learn greatness
> from him. I got so on board with the whole blind line cook thing that I
> was plainly righteous when asked by my incredulous and slightly unnerved
> line cooks why I had booked a trial with a blind guy. I practically had
> indignation in my tone. "What? You think just because the guy is
> 'visually challenged' that he can't cook in a restaurant?"
>
> When he arrived for his trial I took him around on an introductory tour
> of the prep area and the walk-in and the hot line. At each station, he
> bent over and put his forehead against everything I showed him. It was
> fascinating at first - and later, heartbreaking - to note the angle at
> which he scrutinized each item in the refrigerator.
>
> "Over here," I said, "is where all the proteins are kept. Fish here.
> Meat here. Cooked above raw. Always. O.K.?" And instead of holding the
> pan of pork belly close under his nose and squinting down upon it - like
> a very old man might do trying to read his train ticket - he instead
> held each item up to his forehead, above his eyebrows, and stared up
> imploringly into it.
>
> We set him up in the basement prep area with a cutting board and a
> menial task that wouldn't matter if he messed it up: picking parsley.
> This took him most of the afternoon, and it was painful to watch him
> bent in half, killing his back in order to have his untethered eyes
> close up to the cutting board.
>
> The trial is simply the time to sniff out the guy, to see how he stands,
> how he holds his knives, how much he talks or doesn't and what he says.
> Does he ravage everything with tongs or finesse with a fork and a spoon?
> Does he sit at the bar at the end of his trial and get hammered? Did he
> bring a pen and small pad of paper? Did he thank the people who trailed
> him? I wasn't worried that he was supposed to hold down the grill
> station. And I didn't give a damn about the parsley. But I understood 25
> minutes into his trial that there was no system of compensation, that he
> had not become hypersensitive and that he had not, emphatically, evolved
> into a superior cooking machine. Sadly, the guy was just plain blind.
> And I still had on my hands another 4 hours 35 minutes of a trial to
> honor.
>
> The night started slowly, with just a couple of order tickets at a time.
> I buckled myself into a seat at the back of the bus, so to speak, right
> behind the blind guy in the grill station, and let my soup chef do the
> driving: calling out the tickets and their timing, expediting their
> plating and pickups. Every time an order came into our station, I
> quietly narrated the procedure to the trailer, and watched, slack-jawed,
> as he painstakingly retrieved a portion of meat from the cooler, held it
> to his forehead, set it on a plate and then proceeded to carefully
> season the countertop with an even sprinkling of salt. When the call to
> "fire" - start cooking - an item came, I stood back and let him place
> the meat onto the grill - which he managed - but I had to pull him back
>a few inches from the flames so he wouldn't singe his bangs.
>
> Eventually we fell into a kind of spontaneous, unfunny Vaudeville
> routine in which I shadowed him, without his knowing, and seasoned the
> meat he missed, turned the fish he couldn't, moved the plate under his
> approaching spatula to receive the pork, like an outfielder judging a
> fly ball in Candlestick Park. I was not worried about him slowing down
> the line, as we never expect a trailer to actually perform a vital
> function. But I really started to feel sick with worry when he pulled a
> full fresh piping-hot basket of shoestring fries up out of the fat with
> his right hand and turned them out to drain - not into the waiting stack
> of giant coffee filters he held in his left hand, but into the thin air
> directly adjacent, pouring them out onto the dirty rubber mats and his
> clogs.
>
> This did not escape the notice of the other cooks. All the
> lightheartedness of a good night on the line went right up the exhaust
> hood. The banter between salad and sauté came to a screeching halt. The
> fun part of getting through the night - donkey noises, addressing the
> male line cooks as "ladies," as in, "Let's go, ladies!" - was abandoned.
> The stern but softhearted barking from the soup chef down the line lost
> all playful bite and was tamed down to the most perfunctory, gently
> articulated "Please fire apps on seven." With one basket of hot fries
> cascading to the ground, we all saw at once that this fellow was in
> physical danger.
>
> In silence, I raked the fries up off the floor, trashed them and dropped
> another order on the double. I asked him, kindly, to step back to the
> wall and just watch a bit, explaining that the pace was about to pick up
> and I wanted to keep the line moving. This is - even when you have all
> your wits - the most humiliating part of a trial: when the chef takes
> you off of the line in the middle of your task. You die 1,000 deaths.
> For a blind guy with something to prove, maybe 2,000.
>
> To this point I had somehow been willing to participate in whatever
> strange exercise this guy was putting himself through. I was suspending
> disbelief, as we are all asked to do every time we go to a play or a
> movie. I know that this isn't real, but I agree to believe that it is
> for these two hours without intermission. But something about the
> realization of the danger he was flirting with in service of his
> project, whatever his project was, suddenly made me furious. I took over
> the station and started slamming food onto the plates, narrating my
> actions to him in barely suppressed snide tones. "This," I practically
> hissed, "Is the pickup on the prawns. Three in a stack, napped with
> anchovy butter. Wanna write that down?"
>
> I exhausted myself with passive-aggressive vitriol. "On the rack of
> lamb, you want an internal temp of 125. Just read the thermometer, O.K?"
>
> this got the attention of my soup chef, who quietly came over and asked
> the guy if he'd like to step into garde-manger (the cold station) for a
> while to see how things there ran. I was relieved to have the guy away
> from the fire and the fat and in the relatively harmless oasis of cold
> leafy salads and cool creamy dressings. And I was grateful to be rescued
> from my worst self. The guy spent the rest of his trial with his back up
> against the wall in all the stations, eyes rolling around in his head,
> pretending to apprehend how each station worked. I spent the remainder
> of his trial wrestling meat and unattractive feelings triggered by this
> insane predicament in which we had found ourselves.
>
> I never did find out what he was doing. I allowed him to finish out the
> whole trial, and when he had changed his clothes, I encouraged him to
> sit at the bar and have something to eat, which he did. And as he was
> leaving, I said I would call him the next day, which I did. I told him
> that I was looking for someone with a little more power, a bit more of a
> heavy hitter, but that I would keep him in mind if a position more
> aligned with his skills became available.
>
> This, remarkably, he seemed to see coming.
>
> End of article.
>
> Here's a letter from AFB about the article:
>
> Dear Friends and Colleagues:
>
>
> There is an article in Sunday's New York Times Magazine titled "Eat,
> Memory: Line of Sight" that I thought you should be aware of since it is
> one of the most offensive things I have ever read about someone who is
> blind.
>
> The article, written by Gabrielle Hamilton, the New York restaurateur
> and writer for The Times' food section, recounts the story of
> interviewing a man who is blind for a line cook position in Hamilton's
> restaurant. Throughout the article (available at:
> http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/25/magazine/25food.html and pasted
> below), Hamilton speaks of the interviewee as though he is inhuman and
> openly mocks his disability.  She sets the tone early on when she
> writes, "his eyes wandered around in their sockets like tropical fish in
> the aquarium of a cheap hotel lobby."
>
> It is outrageous and disheartening that The New York Times published
> such an obviously discriminatory piece.  I can't imagine reading the
> same article, in the same tone, if the job applicant had been black, or
> gay, or a woman.
>
> AFB has submitted a letter to the editor and I encourage all of you to
> do the same.  In addition, we have posted a longer response on our newly
> launched AFB Blog available at http://www.afb.org/blog. You can also
> post your thoughts on this article in the comments section of our blog.
>
> Please let me know if you have any questions.
>
> Best regards,
>
> Carl R. Augusto
> President and CEO
> American Foundation for the Blind
> (212) 502-7610
> caugusto@afb.net

Currently reading : If You Could See What I Hear By Tom Sullivan Release date: 1976

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Solidarity with Cindy Sheehan

Vigil This Saturday to show Solidarity with Cindy Sheehan THIS MAY BE THE TIPPING POINT! What We Can Do Help Gold Star families get to Texas Call President Bush! Contact Congress Contact the Media Go To Crawford! A letter from Cindy Press Release From Military Families Speak Out Dear Friends, Please join us! THIS SATURDAY AUGUST 13th, 6:00-8:30 pm, PARK STREET STATION There will be a vigil at the Park Street Station at 6:00 pm this Saturday to support Cindy Sheehan. Most of us cannot imagine what it must feel like to lose a son. Out of respect for Cindy and the Gold Star families we will be dressed in black. After sunset we will surround the Frog Pond holding candles. The reflection of their flames will honor all those who have lost their lives or been wounded in this illegal war. PLEASE COME! WEAR BLACK, BRING CANDLES! Let us know if you can come, and how many people you will be bringing! Please Spread the Word! Cindy is the mother of Army Specialist Casey Sheehan, killed in action at Sadr City on April 4, 2004. She is a co-founder of Gold Star Families for Peace. Cindy is at the gates of Bush's ranch in Crawford Texas to demand that he explain to her -face to face- why Casey had to die. Bush is refusing to come out. Cindy says she's staying until Bush talks to her or leaves Texas. Each day she has been joined by a growing number of people. Goldstar families (families who have lost someone in Iraq) from all over the US are on their way to Crawford. Military Families Speak Out and United for Peace and Justice have called for vigils all around the country to demand that the president talk with Cindy and the other Gold Star parents. Most comple & Up-to-date Info We've found Help Gold Star families get to Texas I know there have been alot of requests for money circulating the internet, and many people are nervous about the money getting to the right place. Boston Mobilization is making a donation to Military Families Speak Out. They are an incredible local organization and are working directly with Cindy and the Gold Star Families. From Nancy Lessin of MFSO: "We are indeed sending more Gold Star and Military Families beginning tomorrow. We have many who want to go, and are doing fundraising now to send as many as possible. Two Gold Star families are flying in tomorrow; two more on Thursday; and military families with loved ones currently in Iraq or on their way to Iraq will be coming in as well. If anyone you know is interested in helping a Gold Star or Military Family get to Crawford, she/he can donate to MFSO (tax deductible) by making a check out to: MFSO/CSPP and writing in "for Crawford event" on the memo line. pCheck can be mailed to MFSO, P.O. Box 549, Jamaica Plain, MA 02130 Or donate to: Gold Star Families for Peace (via Paypal), or the Peace House in Crawford Texas (via Paypal) Military Families Speak Out Call President Bush! Flood the White House with phone calls. Send a simple three-word message, "Talk to Cindy!" Let them know that people in every corner of this country support Cindy and that we want George W. Bush to go out and meet with Cindy! The number for the White House comment line is 202-456-1111 Contact Congress Sen. George Allen (Republican, Va.) has publicly encouraged the President to meet with Cindy Sheehan. Has your Congress Member and each of your Senators done this? Contact the Media Make sure your local news outlets are covering this story. Call the editor of your paper and contact producers of radio shows to encourage their ongoing coverage of this important news. Ask the media to cover Cindy Sheehan's request to meet with the President. And ask them to highlight the difference between the reasons given to the American people for going to war with Iraq and the reality of those claims: No WMD, No 911 link, Not safer from terrorism, No democracy in Iraq, etc Go To Crawford! The absolute best way for you to support Cindy and all of the other mothers who want answers for their sons' deaths is to go to Crawford and help them be heard. If you can do it, you should. Cindy needs your help. The soldiers in Iraq need your help. This is the opportunity to voice our opposition in a unified and peaceful way, with Cindy and the Gold Star Mothers for Peace as our leaders. Please, go to Crawford and expose to the world that the President refuses to explain his war to those who have paid for it so dearly. A letter from Cindy Dear Friends and Supporters, George Bush said speaking about the dreadful loss of life in Iraq in August: (08/03/05): "We have to honor the sacrifices of the fallen by completing the mission." "The families of the fallen can be assured that they died for a noble cause." In reaction to these two assinine and hurtful statements, members of Gold Star Families for Peace (GSFP) are going to George's vacation home in Crawford, Tx this Saturday, August 6th at 11:00 am to confront him on these two statements. 1) We want our loved ones sacrifices to be honored by bringing our nation's sons and daughters home from the travesty that is Iraq IMMEDIATELY, since this war is based on horrendous lies and deceptions. Just because our children are dead, why would we want any more families to suffer the same pain and devastation that we are. 2) We would like for him to explain this "noble cause" to us and ask him why Jenna and Barbara are not in harm's way, if the cause is so noble. 3) If George is not ready to send the twins, then he should bring our troops home immediately. We will demand a speedy withdrawal. GSFP will be joined by members of Veteran's for Peace (VFP), Military Families Speak Out (MFSO), Iraq Veterans Against the War (IVAW), Code Pink, and Crawford Peace House. We GSFP members will not leave until we get answers from George Bush. We deserve and expect him to welcome us with answers to as why our loved ones are dead. Every worker for peace, every worker for justice, every person who wants our country back are welcomed to join us on Saturday. Show George Bush that we mean business. Be there to support us family members who have already been through so much. We are fighting for our country, our world, especially the children. Crawford is about 2 hours from Dallas where the VFP Convention is being held this weekend. There will be car pools from the convention. HONOR OUR LOVED ONE'S SACRIFICES: BRING OUR TROOPS HOME NOW!!!! Bring water and hats...we plan on staying until we are arrested or satisfied with the answers. (I am betting on jail). Please pass this email on to your friends, lists, and media. Gold Star Families for Peace Press Release From Military Families Speak Out Gold Star and Military Families Arrive in Crawford, Texas Call on President Bush to Meet with Cindy Sheehan and All of the Families, And to Bring The Troops Home Now! CRAWFORD, TX - Members of Gold Star Families for Peace and Military Families Speak Out are beginning to arrive in Crawford, Texas to add their voices to Cindy Sheehan’s, calling for a meeting with President Bush and for troops to be brought home now. The following Gold Star and Military Families Speak Out members are available for interview: Celeste, Dante and Raphael Zappala of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Celeste and her son Dante arrived in Crawford on Tuesday August 9; son Raphael will arrive Friday night August 12. Celeste's son Sgt. Sherwood Baker (Dante and Raphael’s brother) was the first Pennsylvania National Guardsman to die in combat since World War II. He was killed in action in Baghdad on April 26, 2004 while searching for non-existent WMD's. Celeste is a co-founder of Gold Star Families for Peace. Tammara Rosenleaf of Belton, Texas arrived in Crawford on Tuesday, August 9th. Tammara's husband serves in the Army, stationed at Ft. Hood, and will be deploying to Iraq this fall. Lietta Ruger of Bay Center, Washington will be arriving in Crawford Wednesday morning, August 10th. Lietta's son-in-law and nephew serve in the 1st Armored Division of the U.S. Army and are currently in Germany. They have both served extended 15-month tours of duty in Iraq; they are both under stop-loss orders and due to re-deploy to Iraq this fall. Linda and Phil Waste of Hinesville, Georgia will arrive in Crawford Wednesday morning August 10th. Linda and Phil have 3 sons and 2 grandchildren (a grandson and a granddaughter) who are active-duty military. Together, they have already spent a total of over 57 months on tours of duty in Iraq. Several of these children/grandchildren are currently serving in Iraq, and have served extended and multiple deployments. Jean Prewitt of Birmingham, Alabama will arrive in Crawford on Wednesday morning, August 10th. Jean’s son Private Kelly Prewitt was killed in action during the first few weeks of the war in Iraq, on April 6, 2003. Valarie Fletcher of Seymour, Missouri is driving to Crawford and arriving Wednesday evening, August 10. Valarie's son serves in the Marines and will be deploying to Iraq at the end of this month. -MORE- Sherry Bohlen of Scottsdale, Arizona is driving to Crawford and arriving on Wednesday evening, August 10. Sherry’s son serves in the Army and deployed to Iraq on June 10, 2005. Rebecca Bahr of Scottsdale, Arizona is driving to Crawford and arriving on Wednesday evening August 10. Rebecca's daughter serves in the Marines and is currently stateside. Caryn Unsicker of Silvis, Illinois is driving to Crawford and arriving Wednesday evening, August 10. Caryn's son serves in the Marines, currently stateside. Anne Sapp and her daughters Lydia (age 17) and Mary (age 8) of Billerica, Massachusetts will be arriving in Crawford on Thursday morning, August 11th. Anne's husband/Lydia and Mary's father is a Staff Sergeant in the Massachusetts National Guard and currently serving in Iraq. Barbara Porchia of Camden, Arkansas will be arriving in Crawford on Thursday morning August 11th. Barbara's son, Army Reservist Private 1st Class Jonathan Cheatham, was killed in action in Baghdad two years ago, on July 26, 2003. Sue Niederer of Pennington, New Jersey will be arriving in Crawford on Thursday morning August 11th. Sue's son, 1st Lieutenant Seth Dvorin, was killed in action near Iskandariyah, Iraq on February 3, 2004. Sue is a co-founder of Gold Star Families for Peace. Kristin Williams and Matthew Williams of Dallas, Texas will be arriving in Crawford this weekend (August 13-14). Matthew Williams is an Iraq War Veteran who served as a combat medic for one year in Iraq (2003-2004). He was honorably discharged from the Army. Kristin is his sister. Bill Mitchell of Atascadero, California will be arriving in Crawford in the next several days. Bill's son Sgt. Michael Mitchell was killed in action in Sadr City, Iraq on April 4, 2004, along with Cindy Sheehan's son Spc. Casey Sheehan. Bill is a co-founder of Gold Star Families for Peace. Mimi Evans of Hyannis, Massachusetts will be arriving in Crawford on Tuesday, August 16th. Mimi's son serves in the Marines; he will be deployed to Fallujah, Iraq in the next two weeks. Eric Blickenstaff of Portland, Oregon will be arriving in Crawford early next week. Eric's brother Spc. Joseph Blickenstaff served in the Army and was killed when his Stryker vehicle rolled into a ditch on December 8, 2003 in Balad, Iraq. For more information: Military Families Speak Out: www.mfso.org, Gold Star Families for Peace: www.gsfp.org   email: eve.lyman (at) bostonmobilization.org web: http://www.bostonmobilization.org

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Downing Street Memo
Current mood: angry

Currently reading : Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right By Al Franken Release date: 27 July, 2004

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PLEASE S IGN!!

BU want's to build a Level 4 Biohazard  Lab.
If you're from Massachusetts, please sign this peition to have it regulatedd. There are currently no regulations for these labs.
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/637198817?1t1=1117375792&ltl=1117375792

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