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A 46-hour Trip to
Protest War in
Iraq
February 3, 2002
by Thomas Keinert |
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My name is Thomas Keinert, and I can say something very few
14-year old Iowa boys can say. I marched in Washington D.C. at a peace rally.
I went alone on January 18, 2003 with my parent’s blessing.
In fact, they met each other at a campus peace group in Oregon. They paid
for the bus ride, but the rest was out of my pocket. I ended up spending $45
on food, plus an anti-war and other souvenirs.
There were at least three buses of college students and
other people traveling from Iowa. The trip seemed long and boring, but once
I saw the Washington Monument high above the horizon, I knew it was all
worth it. I saw the Capital, the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument,
and the Navy Ship Yards, but no architect could make a piece of art with
more life, more meaning than what the people stood for. Peace.
My first expression wasn’t "Oh my goodness" or "Ho-hum," but
somewhere between. It took me a while to realize the sheer magnitude of the
crowd. If you got completely lost in this crowd, no one could blame you.
The rally started by the Capital and went several miles to
the Navy Shipyards in the ghetto. The area had slums, junkyards, abandoned
businesses, but it showed (well at least to me) that these poor people’s
lives would worsen with a pointless war on Iraq because of cut government
services.
After all was said and shouted, we headed home. The ride
back was quieter, but that is always the case. I gave my poor stiff neck a
break and slept in the bus aisle that night.
Something that boggled my mind was that we drove all the way
from Ames, Iowa to Washington D.C., had a rally, and all the way back in
less than 46 hours.
Life back home became the norm again, but I will never,
until the day my heart stops beating, never forget the time I went to D.C.
for that rally.
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