11 years ago I graduated from grammar school. Bright eyed and terrified to go to a bigger school and make new friends.
11 years ago, Gitmo opened. It’s a weird juxtaposition, but one that is still somewhat relevant today. I sit here, as a 25 year graduate student, in a studio apartment on the southside of Chicago that I pay for on my own. The space is small, but I come and go as I please, well…to class, work, scholarship events, and family functions…a short walk and I am not far from the lake or to Downtown. Within these past 11 years, I have had many opportunities available to me. However, it wasn’t until the last 7 that I was even aware this prison existed.
And then, there wasn’t much I could do until I could vote. I voted, along with other reasons, believing that this terrible moment in our country’s (the same one that allows me the many opportunities I do take advantage of) use of power would come to an end. 11 years is plently of time for change.
I don’t believe that this issue should be an issue. For me, it seems pretty clear. Allow everyone a fair trial (which I thought was one of the things our country has been the most proud of), and those who are innocent….I’m sorry, I’m still confused about why we can’t follow through.
The White Rose Catholic Worker, a worker house I have been meaning to get involved with for ages, is co-hosting vigils and actions all week. Including joining a hunger strike in solidarity with the prisoners. (More on that to come, keep watching this blog and my links to others!
Call Obama and insist on him following through: 202 456 1111
Write to the Secretary of Defense (Charles Hagel) https://kb.defense.gov/app/ask or write to him at 1000 Defense Pentagon, Washington DC 20301
Sorry this wasn’t really informational or life-altering, it’s about all I can stomach at this moment.