After dropping Seth at a rest stop near Princeton, the rest of us made it back to campus a couple of hours ago. I’m glad to be out of the van (and showered!) but already feeling a little nostalgic for our intrepid quintet. It was truly a pleasure to travel with these folks. Thought I’d [...]
Posts from ‘November, 2009’
Still Raining… Still Driving…
But still enjoying.
Down for bed
We’re safe and sound in Charlotte, after a rainy drive up and a powerful morning at the vigil. Much more to come of course, but thanks for now to Preston (of The Wheat and the Chaff) and his family for putting us up. Nate is currently hugging the horses. Thank you for all your prayers, [...]
Reflections from the (Rainy) Road
We’ve officially taken part in the vigil and are currently in the car heading to Davidson, North Carolina, home of Union’s very own Preston Davis. We’ve got several conversations going – one reflecting on symbolism, militarism, and American myths and the other seems to be flowing from the workshop a few of us attended last [...]
Prepping
A lot of thought went into my decision to attend the SOA vigil. I wanted to keep myself and motives in check, I wanted to be spiritually prepared to be fully present at the vigil and not just a tired, over-worked grad student. The vigil starts in 15 min and I am amazed by the [...]
On and off message
Someone remarked before we left about how univocal this action is: mournful, meditative, focused on giving voice to the Latin American victims of SOA graduates. That’s mostly true. There was a migrant workers’ union alongside ukulele-playing, protest-song-singing undergrads on stage today. This evening, I ran from the workshop on the “Low-Risk Non-Federal Arrest” option to [...]
Photos, Georgia-bound
We’ve made it to Columbus; a first round of photos from the drive down. Click a photo to see it large, captions below!
Safely Arrived
Hello Columbus, Georgia! After a long day in the car, we’ve made it to our hotel. In the words of Seth: “For as long as we were in route, it didn’t seem to break us down quiet as much as a typical 14-hour travel day would.” How’d we survive the day? Southern hospitality, of course. [...]
On the Road Again
Just a year ago I was on the same road, I-95, headed down to the vigil. It was early in my Union career and I remember much of the experience. I remember not knowing what to expect. I remember the conversations on the drive. I remember the sun. And the southern BBQ we had for [...]
Departure
A few images from the departure of our friends. Safe travels!
