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Date: | Fri, 21 Sep 2001 08:18:40 -0400 |
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Among our many challenges today is defining "peace."
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From: Maibrie Aldaran [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Thursday, September 20, 2001 3:02 PM
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This came from my daughter a Freshman at Wesleyan:
I just got back to my dorm room after participating in the school's march
for peace. We gathered in front of the main administration building of our
school. Several teachers spoke, either six or seven. The teachers spoke,
which means something to me; it means that our school, not just the
students, are speaking for peace. There was a time I think where this
wouldn't have been possible.
One student spoke. He was a Muslim, who had lost two relatives in the
disaster. Several friends of his family have since been beaten almost to
death by people who were being "patriotic." Listening to him was the first
time I cried since this all began. Before I managed to hold my tears within.
Then we walked to our local representative's office, to deliver a petition.
As we walked, reporters ciruclated. I was among those interviewed. She asked
me what brought me here. This brought me to you, immediately. I told her
that all his life my father had been working for peace in one form or
another, and that he had taught me that peace was important and that justice
cannot come through war.
More speeches were given when we arrived, including one highly irrelevant
one given by a Green Party representative. Then we walked back to the
school.
I was very proud to be your daughter today, and to be living your legacy. I
hope you are proud of me.
I was very glad that my voice was one among many that cried out for peace.
Love,
Mabry
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