I had a long piece I was going to post about the war that I had started writing before the first missles launched yesterday. I’ve decided to table that for a little bit and share some of the things I saw today.

I was driving to a meeting in Bedford today and saw a window in a high rise on Berkeley St and Comm Ave had NO WAR pasted in their window. Simple statement, very visible spot.

Anne (a middle school teacher) sent me this today: “As the night wore on I started to feel a stronger sense of responsibility to handle a discussion of this invasion the ‘right way’ in my classroom today. I just wish I knew what the right way was.” All I had to do today was go to work and read the news in between “real” work.

I went to the protest tonight at Copley Sq. for about 10 minutes or so. They had Dartmouth and Stuart St. blocked with people joining the protest. There were a LOT of people, even though it was freezing and raining off and on.

The protest leaders had a UN flag and a Palestinian flag, but no Israeli flag. I found that odd, but could imagine the explanation. It turned me off a bit, though, because dissent should not include implicitly choosing sides… neither side has been admirable in that strife.

I watched a young family, father, mother, and their 6 or 7 year old daughter. I stopped and just stared at them for a while… I hope one day this little girl remembers where she was and this moment she was able to experience with her parents. All those people there singing and acting for something they believe in.

Some amusing signs:

  • “Make French Fries, not war!”
  • “Impeach the bastard”
  • “Worst War EVER!” Obligatory Simpsons reference!! this is FatMixx, after all
  • Fear Bush Not Iraq

As I was leaving, I walked by about 20 Boston Police motorcycles. The offices were fashioning handcuffs out of plastic ties. It was just odd, since the protest was amazingly peaceful and relaxed (though it was loud).

Coming home, I saw all the signs and banners up welcoming everyone to town for the NCAA basketball tournament. Life has to go on, I guess.