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Day 2 of the Drone Trial in Des Moines

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Drone Trial Day 2, With a Verdict by Steve Clemens. June 29, 2014
The jury was out for only 30 minutes – the shortest deliberation I’ve experienced in at least 7 other jury trials. When Judge William Price made clear before the noon break that he wouldn’t permit jury instructions which would allow jurors to consider our justification, it was almost certain to me that we would be convicted. That is why we had started out day 2 of our St. Patrick’s Day 7 Drone Protest trial with what is referred to as an “offer of proof”.
Out of the presence of a jury, the offer of proof is testimony submitted for the record which could be used in the appeal of a case of testimony which is disallowed in the official “evidence” the jury considers in rendering their verdict. Michele Naar Obed was sworn in (actually she affirmed rather than swore the oath which was to tell the truth – but not necessarily the “whole truth”) and took the stand to tell part of her story. She lived in Iraq for three years, working with Christian Peacemaker Teams, first in Baghdad and then in the Kurdish region in the north. She joined CPT realizing saying “No” to war was not enough – she wanted to say “Yes” to something that worked to prevent war and heal its wounds. She told the judge, “I have witnessed drones flying over northern Iraq and I’ve met [extended] family members where an entire family with 5 children were killed in their car after visiting family members in the mountains by a missile fired by a drone. She met another mother whose child was only “pieces” and asked “how can I bury her with so little left?” That woman grabbed Michele’s arm, knowing she was an American, telling her, “Can’t you tell people [in your country] to stop this?” She told the Judge she “has taken numerous opportunities to try to deliver that message from this Kurdish woman and when this [nonviolent] action was proposed, I felt I needed to try to talk about it [to members of the military at the airbase.”
Elliott Adams, followed her powerful testimony with his own. He described volunteering for Vietnam as a paratrooper and had also served in the U.S. Military in Korea and Alaska. After his military service, he traveled to several war zones, including Panama, Gaza, and Grenada to talk to others and see for himself the realities of war. He served in public office for about 15 years, worked in the Fire Department, served on the School Board, done many things in a life-long effort to make this a better world.
“I took an oath to defend the US Constitution when I entered the military … and [that oath] has no expiration date. … I went to the Iowa National Guard Base to uphold the law. … to exercise my First Amendment rights and to petition my Government for a redress of grievances. … The rulings of the Nuremberg Tribunals obligates me to act. … Article 6 of the Us Constitution … and Supreme Court decisions uphold International Law as part of our own law.” He went on to cite several US Supreme Court decisions about the relevancy of International Law and referred to the Law of War and the illegality of indiscriminate weapons. He then added that drones also violate US laws as well, citing the War Crimes Act. He referenced the Geneva Accords. As a treaty signed by our government, “It is part of our law, not separate from US law, and it applies in every court.”
His voice cracked and quieted considerably when he got more personal: “When I was in Vietnam, I was tested about whether I would follow small laws – orders from my [military] officers – or follow the big laws,” referring to International laws and norms about warfare. “And I followed the small laws. If someone had warned me, I might not have crossed that line.”  [Referring to that line between acting morally and what has now haunted him for decades since his time in Vietnam – not crossing a property line at the National Guard base.] “I needed to warn my fellow brothers and sisters.”  
The former National President of Veterans For Peace, Elliott Adams, began to list all the ways he’s tried to deliver the message including writing letters to Congress, the President, to the editor. He’s testified before Congress. “The Nuremberg Principles 4 and 7 say I must act.” He described the Hellfire missile [fired by military drones] as equal to 14 sticks of dynamite; it is by it’s nature indiscriminate. Where they are exploded will have “collateral damage.”
He concluded with a plea to the Judge, asking rhetorically, “Where should I try to seek a redress of grievances? At a Starbucks?, at the Salvation Army?, the Post Office since it is a Federal facility? – No, the air base [where these weapons will be operated from].” He lamented the fact that according to the rules of war, if military drones are “piloted” from this Des Moines airbase, this area will become a legitimate military target.
Other defendants were willing to add to the “Offer of Proof” but our lawyers felt this powerful testimony was enough to lay an adequate basis for a future appeal if we decide to go that route. At that point, 8:50 in the morning, the State rested its case and our lawyers entered their motion for a directed verdict of acquittal on two grounds: the State’s witnesses didn’t know exactly where the property line was for the base, claiming it was the responsibility of the Civil Engineers; and, the defendants attempted to raise a justification and the State’s evidence did not show we didn’t have justification.
The Prosecutor claimed he just needed to establish the elements of the trespass defense and argued that “without justification” is not an element unless it is recognized by the court as an affirmative defense. He stated they had “proven it was private property” and the Major testified they were at least “50 yards past [the painted line].”
Judge Price said “when someone is there to petition the government, just having [military] officers telling them to leave is not sufficient.” He went on to point out that we were advised to leave by both the military and the Des Moines Police, saying he felt this was sufficient evidence to give the decision to the jury. “At this point, no justification has been raised [since the offer of proof was not delivered before the jury]. The State can’t anticipate all possible defenses. …Reasonable minds can differ on this.” He stated the case should continue to go to the jury and dismissed the Motion to Dismiss. He said both Michele and Elliott could testify about their personal backgrounds and history but his ruling on the Motion in Limine would continue meaning they couldn’t talk about their “philosophical beliefs” in describing their attempts to deliver it [our letter of indictment] to the military.
“The place to petition the Government is not in this Courtroom but rather the halls of Congress and on the streets of America. It does not give rise to justification to being in a particular place,” the Judge stated.  Funny, but I was always taught in high school civics that the Judiciary was a third and co-equal branch of Government and all three should be held responsible for the failings and oversights and excesses of the other two. I guess not in his courtroom!
The Judge had previously noted that some law students serving as interns at the Iowa Appeals Court were present to observe and looked at them when he remarked wryly, “The Appellate Court has given us no guidance in this matter,” referring to the “without justification” language in the trespass law. After the Prosecutor remarked, “We’re not here to punish speech but to punish conduct. We’re not here about the First Amendment,” Michele said, “I have a question. If we carried chains and a lock [to lock the gates of the airbase closed], would the Prosecutor try to use that as evidence against us?” after the Judge stated he would not allow the letter of indictment we carried into evidence. The Judge allowed that we would be permitted to say our intent was to present that document but said what we carried “was a slippery slope. You could carry a book [and what it to be submitted as “evidence” for the jury to consider].” As a sop to the defendants for ruling against all our other motions, he did allow the photos we carried or had taped to our bodies as evidence – over the objections of the Prosecutor.
When the jury entered the room at 9:40, the State officially rested its case and our defense was allowed to begin. Ruth Cole, a 26-year old member of the Rye House Catholic Worker Community in Minneapolis was the first on the stand even though this was her first trial! She talked about her education in the field of Early Childhood Education, teaching in elementary school and her special interest in helping children suffering from childhood trauma. She described the Catholic Worker values and commitment to hospitality as well as advocacy. She said their goal was to “live your life in a way that creates social justice.” When asked by the Prosecutor [attempting to defeat any “necessity defense”] if she felt in imminent danger while at the airbase, Ruth was clear with conviction in her answer: “I represent more than myself, … my “body” was not in danger but I am connected to others who are.” I was so proud to hear a first-timer when pressed in court to have such an insightful answer.
Julie Brown, a Des Moines Catholic Worker, skated as close as she dared to the Judge’s “philosophical” line when she asked, “How can you mourn your own child who is now just in small pieces?” She told the jury she carried the photo of a child who had been killed in a drone strike “in case they [the military personnel] wouldn’t talk to me. I had to find another way to communicate my message.”
Elliott Adams described his military and post-military experience when questioned by our lawyer. After saying he “felt obligated to go to the base to prevent war crimes; it is my responsibility as a citizen,” he was prevented by the Judge from talking about his belief of “small laws” versus “big laws”. He told the jury he was open to more suggestions about ways he could petition his government, recognizing that this Judge wasn’t interested in performing that function in this trial.
Chet Guinn, a retired Methodist minister, had worked for the church for 44 years and continues to function in ecumenical and interfaith circles. When he attempted to read an excerpt of a statement from the World Council of Churches condemning military drones, he was prevented from doing so by the Prosecutor’s objection. Stating that his birthday was only 6 months different from Martin Luther King, he claimed, “I wanted to inject King’s values into our society today.” As soon as he tried to continue that he believed King would be protesting drones with us today, he was cut off and he wasn’t able to continue about his wealth of experience during Freedom Summer 60 years ago and his life-long work for peace and justice. It was an honor to have this man with us. He told us during our trial prep gathering, “I know I came late [to the demonstration] but I felt it was necessary to have the church present.”
Michele Naar Obed told of her degree in medical pathology as well as her commitment to nonviolence. She told of her decision to join Christian Peacemaker Teams and spending 3 years in Iraq during the recent war. However, she was cut off and not allowed to talk about her witnessing the use of drones and meeting with victims’ families when the Judge ruled in favor of the Prosecutor’s objections.
Eddie Bloomer, another military veteran and member of Vets for Peace told how he has been a member of the Des Moines Catholic Worker family for 21 years. “As a former member of the military, I love my country,” he stated while trying to explain his participation that cold St. Patrick’s Day morning last March.
The Judge called a recess at 10:40, leaving me as the final defense witness. When I got to the stand 15 minutes later, when asked by our lawyer what I carried with me that day, I showed the indictment, and described the blue scarf I wore that day, saying it had been given to me by friends in Afghanistan. I then held up the large photo of Abdulhai that I carried and told the jury he and his friends gave me a letter to carry back to the US to deliver to the President via Keith Ellison, my Congressman, three years ago this Spring. It called on our President (and all other combatants) to end the use of military means and use diplomacy instead. They have never heard back from either the Congressman or the President. I wanted to carry their message to the airbase that morning. I also talked about 4 presentations by a Pakistani Federal Police Officer, Mubarak Zeb, who described how drones make his law enforcement job much more difficult in his home country, especially in the tribal areas.
The lawyers and Judge discussed jury instructions while five of the defendants went to lunch with some local supporters. After lunch, despite our objections, the Judge allowed the State to present a rebuttal witness – a Lt. Colonel who is the Base Civil Engineer to officially establish the base property line. Although none of us testified in any official capacity as to where the property line was, thus no “rebuttal” was warranted, The Judge let him say the property line was 70’-80’ from the fence (not the more than 50 yards testified to the day before by the Major) but he had to admit on cross examination that all of the “Federal Property” keep out signs were posted on the fence and gate, a line we did not cross.
The closing statements were next and jurors were forbidden from taking any notes during them “since they aren’t evidence.” The Prosecutor said “This isn’t the ‘Crime of the Century’ but it is a crime. It is not less of a crime if no one is hurt. … Liberty can only be maintained when laws are enforced. …Motives are immaterial to the fact that they [broke the law].” Michele quoted from the Bible where she said she was instructed that if she had a disagreement with a brother or sister to go to them directly, then go with another, before you go to court. That was what she was trying to do in speaking directly to the National Guard. “Which is more important,” she asked, “property or life? We came to humanize, to bring life, to bring hope. We walked down that drive to change hearts and minds of the people behind that fence. We tried to uphold the Spirit of the law.”
Elliott told the jury that he remains haunted from his experience in Vietnam because he followed only the “small laws.” Glenn Downey, one of our pro-bono lawyers concluded by again talking about lines and boundaries. Finally, in rebuttal, another Prosecutor said they [the State] must prove 3 elements of trespass – “everything else is smoke and mirrors. … The only thing that matters is that they were on that property. We need to take all laws seriously. They chose to get arrested.” No word, apparently that, for him or the State, “all laws” might include the “bigger laws,” International Law, which Elliott and others of us wish the court (and jury) would address.
30 minutes later we had our answer and off we went to jail for reasons of conscience and compassion.   

Jail, Part 2

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Doing Time in Des Moines, Part 2 by Steve Clemens. June 28, 2014
Judge William Price bragged about the new, “at least 3 star”, jail that Polk County, Iowa runs. He smiles and exchanges pleasantries with us and our lawyers as the deputies are collecting the paperwork to haul us off to his self-described plush accommodations. Obviously he has never entered as a “paying customer”! I’d love to see if he has the cojones to spend 2-3 days inside, incognito, before he sends anyone else to that jail. Same for the Prosecutor (although, in fairness, he only recommended a fine for our conviction on trespass) as well as all the COs (Corrections Officers) and staff at Polk County’s “finest”.
I write about my jail experience to demystify it, hoping to embolden others to consider civil disobedience and jail witness as another tool in their repertoire of working for peace and justice. 
After 20 hours in the “cooler” (I understand more clearly the street slang for prison/jail after my first frigid stops within the jail), I was handcuffed and chained again to be moved to “BarneyLand”, the euphemism given to another holding way-station in the jail before entering general population (referred to as a “pod”). The name came from its early days when the TV there only played PBS and because of the prevalence of cartoon character shows like the purple dinosaur, Barney, the name stuck; even the guards use it. It has 2-person cells on the upper level and more on the lower level which also includes 3-4 single person cells. My cell had a rolled steel bunk with mattresses on each bed with a built-in pillow device – a great improvement from laying directly on cement! Don’t get too excited – its not a posturepedic or any other chiropractic-approved bedding! The toilet and sink are separate and porcelain. A stainless steel 18”x18” shelf serves as a desk/table with a stool bolted in front. A stainless steel “mirror” completes the ensemble. The cell door has a clear window so I can see the clock outside the COs station, located between two identical “BarneyLand” units.
I am assigned a lower bunk (hallelujah!) and after unpacking the “bedroll” I received before entering the unit, I begin to arrange my new residence by placing my nearly threadbare sheets and blanket on the mattress. I also now possess a towel, washcloth, a plastic cup and a spork. I had asked the night before and again for a Bible but I am told “you have to wait until you get to a pod before you can have one.” After being told by others that you could be in BarneyLand for up to 24 hours, I figured I’d probably remain there to finish my sentence. Of course not. After getting close to 2 hours of needed rest on my bunk (since we were locked in the cells), the CO yells to us, calling us by last name to “come down and get your uniforms – you are going to a pod tonight after dinner.”
I am issued 2 sets of two-toned green pants and shirts, another T-shirt and boxers, and another pair of socks. We are told to change out of the orange jumpsuit and return it to the laundry workers who gave us the clothes. We are again unlocked to come to the main level for dinner to eat at the stainless steel tables and stools bolted to the floor. A ham bologna slice with bread is complemented with cooked carrots, Frito-like corn chips, canned pineapple, blueberry pie, and milk – served on the same molded plastic trays.
By 6:30 we are assembled again, re-handcuffed and chained for the march to our respective pods. I’m assigned to a lower bunk, 630, in North 6. It holds about 60 inmates in 4-man, 2-bunk bays on two levels. Each bay has 3 walls with the front completely open, facing the day room. At the end of the bays on both levels are 4 toilets and 4 sinks on each level. Opposite the bay area are showers and a TV room with hard plastic chairs designed to look like cushioned, living-room-type chairs. The CO has his desk on that wall opposite the bays directly in the middle. In the day area are both phones for expensive calls and video screens for visits. I wasn’t there long enough to see how they work but with others milling about, it didn’t seem to afford any privacy except over the handset.
After I made up my bunk, I took a stroll around to see my new digs. Four guys sitting together at one table ask if I’m in for DWI. Another laughs and said, “I recognize you” and points to a picture of the hefty banker with a mustache on the Monopoly Board Game. When I tell them about drones, only two of the four have ever heard of them and they didn’t see them as a necessary problem. As I explain about my friends in Afghanistan and my friend in Pakistan and their experiences, you can see a light go on in their imagination. When I tell them I chose to go to jail instead of paying the $100 fine (I put it, “I chose to do the time instead of paying the fine”), they each gave me a fist bump and said, “Alright!”
In traversing the pod, I see one guy open a cabinet door and start rifling through paperback books. When he is done, I quickly check to see if there is anything I’d like to read since I’m sure I won’t sleep soundly on my steel bunk – even with a mattress. I find a copy of Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried and even though I read it years ago, it is well worth and read. Christine and I had just seen a play at the History Theater based on it a month or two ago.
One guy approaches me and offers some instant coffee – a generous offer here since coffee is only available from the commissary in a cost-cutting effort by the jail. I’ve never been to a jail or prison where coffee hasn’t been a staple of the inmate diet! Other ways of taking it out on the vulnerable are evident with the posted notice that any visit to the nurse will incur a charge of $5, to the Doctor $10, Mental Health visit $10, as well as charges for any prescriptions. The big surprise awaits check-out time.
They say necessity is the mother of invention. I was pleased to see the guys had rolled one of the large Brute trash receptacles right in front of the toilet closest to the COs desk. If you need to take a dump, roll the trash can between you and anyone walking by; at least a modicum of privacy. If you want more, wait until after lights out at 10:30 PM and before 5-5:30 AM when they are back on for breakfast. At night only lights at both far ends of the pod are lit. Or, after breakfast and cleanup, most of the guys go back to sleep for several hours so there is less traffic by the toilets.
There are no windows to the outside in the entire prison except two louvered ones about 15’ high on the outside wall of an enclosed rec room. The room itself consists of cement block walls, several Plexiglas windows on the side facing the CO desk, and a cement floor. Some guys use the area for walking exercise but unless you buy some shoes at commissary, walking in the shower shoes is not the best experience. The windows in our rec room are obscured, one louver open in a way you can tell if it is daytime or night but not the weather. But Mother Nature has its own way: early in the morning a loud boom of thunder erupted and I could hear the driving rain. Later in the early afternoon, the thunderstorms returned during time for commissary and a nearby lightning strike darkened the entire prison for about 5 seconds. Several inmates yelled, “jail break!” and the two women distributing commissary got up to run out of the pod – reacting much quicker than the CO. We laughed when the lights came back on as they sighed with relief.  With only the two obscured windows at the end of the pod, it was very dark!
Although the Judge’s order stated I was to be jailed from 4 PM until 4 PM two days later, 4 o’clock came and went. I had all my stuff packed, ready to go since 3, thinking I should walk out the door in my street clothes at 4 and it would take some time to check out of this bed and breakfast. Finally, as the clock ticked on, at 4:08 the phone rang and the CO yelled out, “Clemens”. He patted me down and took me to the pod door where I was once again handcuffed and chained for the march back to the release area. We stopped en route for Eddie to join me and then had to sign to get our property and clothes back. We put on our street clothes and then Michele and Ruth arrived as well. I was asked to sign a form which acknowledged I received my invoice for room and board charges - $195! I told them there was no way I was going to pay such an absurd bill and I’d refuse to sign it. They said, “We’ll bill you anyway.” So, go figure – go to jail for two days because you won’t pay a $100 fine for reason of conscience only to be issued a bill for $95 more than that amount to undergo such indignities.
What do you expect from an empire in the throes of decline and desperation?


Going To Jail As Solidarity

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Going to Jail as Solidarity by Steve Clemens. June 27, 2014
I spent 20 hours on the boundary between discomfort and pain. I thought of Martin Luther King writing about redemptive suffering and offered my time in the noisy, cold, boring void of the Polk County Jail on behalf of my despondent and discouraged friends in Afghanistan.
I had watched a nearly 4 minute video Hakim had made of my friends Abdulhai, Faiz, and Zekerullah in Kabul before I left for the second day of our drone protest trial. I wept as I heard the despair they experienced in the wake of the recent election run-off and the continued violence and terror in their occupied nation. Listening to and watching them helped me make the decision to take the road less traveled –well, less traveled by most, except the Catholic Workers. Who else would choose 48 hours in jail over paying a $100 fine?
I had a premonition of what was to come well before the jury returned with its verdict when the Judge ruled he would not allow a Jury Instruction to include the words “without justification” in the charge of Criminal Trespass, despite the wording of the law as passed by the legislature, before the lunch break on the second day of trial. I took off my wedding band and placed it on the key ring with my car’s remote and my house key. As soon as I was found guilty, I gave Frank Cordaro, my friend from the Des Moines Catholic Worker, my iPad, cell phone, keys, wallet, comb, notebook and pens I had used during the trial so I wouldn’t have to book them into “property” at the jail – after quickly texting my wife that I was headed to jail.
I must admit this wasn’t the first time I’ve chosen jail over paying a fine or doing community service without talking to Christine first. I had at least told her it was a possibility - if the sentence was fewer than 72 hours -because I wanted to be able to continue donating blood platelets every two weeks. Jail time for more than 72 hours would mean I couldn’t donate blood again for a year. 
At the last moment before being hustled out of the courtroom I remembered I still was wearing my hearing aids so I handed them to fellow defendant Elliott Adams (who had agreed to pay the fine) to give them to Frank. It is a good thing I kept my Driver’s License since the paperwork generated from the court on my sentencing listed my name as “Douglas Clemens Stephen.” Might be good to have my proper ID to get out of jail on Thursday late afternoon!
We were escorted out of the courtroom by Polk County Sheriff deputies, taken to the lower level of the courthouse, were padded down, surrendered our belts, everything from our pockets (including my “Get out of jail Free” card from the Monopoly Game), handcuffed us, attached a waist chain to the cuffs and added leg shackles on our ankles. We shuffled off to a waiting police transport van with two opposite benches in the rear compartment. The three women had been separated from us in the courtroom so Eddie Bloomer and I ducked and shuffled up and into the van to join two other male inmates who were returning to the jail after court appearances. Noticing my dressier clothes (I had already removed my necktie and given it to Frank), they asked me if I was in for a DWI (Driving while intoxicated). 
When I told the men I was headed for jail for protesting Drones, the first reaction was “You must be one of the Illuminati!” When I laughed as said I wasn’t sure what that was, the guy said, “Of course you would deny it if you were one of them!” As the conversation continued with what military drones were and that the protest was organized by the Catholic Worker, his face lit up and he told us his brother used to go over to that place. He, too, had eaten meals there. And when Eddie told them he had been living and working at the Des Moines Catholic Worker for more than 20 years, I knew we had just made two allies on the inside.
However, when we arrived at the jail, they had us separated from the other two. They had already received either the two-toned green or the orange-and-white outfits with “Polk County Jail” prominently stenciled on both the pants and shirt. They shuffled into one area while Eddie and I, still in our street clothes –minus our belts – were placed into what felt like a refrigerated holding area after our leg irons were removed. We remained handcuffed to our waist chains for this first stop into the bowels of the belly of the beast. It was a room about 12’ x 20’ with concrete benches attached to the two outside walls which were deep enough to lay down. In the corner was the requisite stainless steel sink/toilet combo. Cement floors, cement block walls on three sides with a large glass window on the fourth, brightly lit – this was where we remained over the next 2 ½ hours as others came and joined us. They removed one handcuff so we could eat our supper of 2 hot dogs with rolls, cooked peas, coffee cake, and milk. We each told a guard if we had any medical issues (and that we weren’t suicidal) and then just waited and waited. Eddie and I made a good team together – he told me what to expect as he’d been locked up here for civil resistance many times – and I helped him pull up his way-oversized jeans that he wore from the Catholic Worker donation box. Without a belt and with such baggy pants, the guard had placed the waist chain through a back belt loop and they constantly made his pants sag in such a way that he’d be welcomed at a hip-hop convention. This for a Veteran in his late 60s!
Next, we were herded into a large area where our cuffs and chains were finally removed, we surrender our street clothes and got orange jumpsuits, brown boxers and a T-shirt, socks, and a 3” toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, and a comb. We had already received bright orange plastic shower shoes at the jail section of the courthouse so at least we were fashionably coordinated!
Eddie and I briefly saw co-defendant Michele Naar Obed across the room in her two-toned green outfit; no sight of the other two women she left the courtroom with. After our photos were taken, Eddie and I were separated for the duration. He told me to try to get a roll of toilet paper to use as a pillow and I was grateful for his advice.
I was placed in a 9x11 cell with a stainless toilet/sink, a 3’ high partial block wall along its side for minimal privacy, and an 8” raised  cement “bench” that was 2’x5’ where another inmate was trying to sleep in a fetal position with his blanket. (Each of us was told to grab one blanket as we entered this cell.) Throughout the next 17 ½ hours up to 7 other men came and went with most of the time leaving 4 of us in this cell with no mattresses, a bright florescent light overhead, and our blanket. I claimed the white painted “bench” after the first guy got bonded out and tried to make do with the roll of toilet paper he had been using.
It was cold, noisy, and the bright light was constantly on. One inmate was singing loudly next door; another screaming curses and obscenities at the guard because he claimed he hadn’t gotten his phone call. All night long the heavy metal doors opened and slammed shut, people coming and going, and you could hear the guards chatting away loudly outside the cell door. I was miserable. I was cold, I ached. It was impossible for me to sleep but some of the others were soon snoring loudly.
But I kept thinking of the privations and challenges of my friends in Afghanistan to put my plight into perspective. I had selfishly hogged the toilet paper “pillow” for the night hours. About midnight I was told to see the nurse about my medical history and then back again to my cell. I was disappointed that it was only midnight after seeing a clock en route – I assumed at least several more hours had elapsed. I couldn’t read the clock from the cell as the time crawled on slowly.
While struggling to remain warm, trying to nap on the hard concrete with my aching muscles and bones, I thought of my toilet paper pillow as not much better than the rock the Biblical Jacob used during his vision of the ladder rising to heaven. I didn’t have a dream as vivid or insightful but what went through my mind, over-and-over-again, was the song “By Breath” by the perceptive and passionate Sara Thomsen. “By breath, by blood, by body, by spirit – we are all one …” It connected me to the Afghan Peace Volunteers and my co-defendants – now in other cells. Ruth Cole had so insightfully answered the Prosecutor when asked if she felt in “imminent danger” while standing outside the gate at the Iowa National Guard base. She boldly stated she couldn’t separate her “body” from the bodies of all others around the world who were being threatened by drones.
Breakfast came about 5:30 AM as the cell door opened and we were handed a molded plastic tray with Froot Loops, milk, OJ, two pieces of bread and two tubes of peanut butter. Finally, after lunch, 20 hours after being taken into custody, I was cuffed and chained again and told I was to be taken to “BarneyLand”, my next stop in the belly of the beast we call the Prison-Industrial-Complex.

St. Patrick's Day Witness Against Drones


Reaping the Whirlwind by Steve Clemens

The tears were streaming down my cheeks as I walked towards the shuttered iron gates in front of the Iowa National Guard base in Des Moines. The tears were a combination of reaction to the cold wind in our faces as seven of us walked slowly and deliberately toward the base entrance as well as my emotions remembering the victims at the receiving end of military drones. I carried a large photo of my Afghan friend, Abdulai, with his statement underneath: we wish to live without wars. Now 17, he has only known war or the threats of terror his whole life. When I met him in Kabul in March a few years ago, he showed me pictures of their march in the downtown area of his nation's capital city where they marched by the Embassy for the United Nations wearing the sky blue scarves calling for an end to war.

I brought one of the blue scarves of the Afghan Peace Volunteers back to the US with me and wore it in solidarity with those courageous peacemakers back in the country where the US drones prowl the skies. My friend, Frank Cordaro, sent me an invitation to join the annual Midwest Catholic Worker Faith and Resistance Retreat which would focus on faith-based nonviolent resistance to drones. Veterans For Peace were co-hosts with the Des Moines Catholic Worker and we learned of the plan-in-progress to bring control of Reaper drones to the local National Guard base in their city. The Reaper and Predator are unmanned aerial vehicles (aka drones) which are armed and rain deadly munitions from the skies which are designed for both "extra-judicial execution" and the sowing of terror on intended (and mistaken) targets.

We engaged in nonviolence training on Sunday afternoon before listening to Kathy Kelly from Chicago-based Voices For Creative Nonviolence (www.vcnv.org) who reported on her recent trip to Afghanistan and her work against drones. Overnight I'm sure many of us wrestled with the uncertainties ahead: would we held in the cold jail until the next morning, would we face state or federal charges - the latter threatening fines of $500 as well as 6 months in prison? The stakes could be significant. I promised my wife I would do my utmost to NOT be in jail when my oldest son returns from West Africa this August for his wedding! But also weighing on me are the stakes and risks for those threatened by Hellfire missiles fired from miles overhead - out of sight and accompanied by the distant "hum" of the drone's engine.

People always ask, "Is civil disobedience effective?" Am I tilting at windmills when trying to prevent or discourage our nation's head-long rush into wars ostensibly to prevent terrorism by terrorizing others? Even some of our retired military leaders ( including Stanley McCrystal and former Defense Secretary Robert Gates) recognize that the use of drones which often kill "innocent civilians" serves as a recruiting tool for more "insurgents" - thus reaping the proverbial whirlwind. Before leaving for the peace witness this morning, we gathered at the Catholic Worker House to sing, pray, and gather our thoughts. Ruth, one of my fellow arrestees from the south Minneapolis-based Rye House Community shared with us some writings from Thomas Merton as well as one of my mentors, Dan Berrigan. He wrote that we must act on our conscience and leave the results to God. We heard part of the prayer called the Breastplate of St. Patrick, on this, his feast day, as we piled into car pools for the 15 minute ride to the air base.

The seven of us arrested as we stood arm-in-arm facing the closed iron gate, one from a new Catholic Worker House in Duluth, one from Rye House in Minneapolis, two from the Des Moines Catholic Worker, a leader of the national Veterans For Peace movement, and a 85-year old retired Methodist minister from Des Moines joined me in receiving a "ban and bar letter" from the military base and a court date of March 25 to enter a plea on the state criminal trespass charges. We were treated courteously and professionally by the arresting officers of Des Moines STAR (Special Tactics and Response) unit as we reminded them of our vow of nonviolence we recited before we walked down the driveway this morning. We informed them our protest was directed at the arrival of the drones-mission [sic] rather than at them as we we placed under arrest on placed in a "paddy wagon" - how fitting for St. Patrick's Day!



Prepare the Way



Prepare the Way. Shared Word for CSM. Second Sunday in Advent, Dec 9, 2012 by Steve Clemens
Luke 1:68-79 (Song of Zechariah)
68 “Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, because God has come to his people and redeemed them.
69 God has raised up a horn of salvation for us in the house of his servant David
70 (as God said through his holy prophets of long ago),
71 salvation from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us—
72 to show mercy to our ancestors and to remember his holy covenant,
73     the oath he swore to our father Abraham:
74 to rescue us from the hand of our enemies, and to enable us to serve him without fear
75     in holiness and righteousness before him all our days.
76 And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High; for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him,
77 to give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins,
78 because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
79 to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.”

Philippians 1:3-11
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart and, whether I am in prison or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God’s grace with me. God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.
And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, 10 so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, 11 filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.

Luke 3:1-6
3 In the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius Caesar—when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, Herod tetrarch of Galilee, his brother Philip tetrarch of Iturea and Traconitis, and Lysanias tetrarch of Abilene— during the high-priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas, the word of God came to John son of Zechariah in the wilderness. He went into all the country around the Jordan, preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet:
“A voice of one calling in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.
Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low.
The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth.
And all people will see God’s salvation.’”

The Song of Zechariah, father of John the Baptizer, tells us of a rising sun which will “shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death”. Tomorrow, December 10th, is identified as International Human Rights Day and my friends in Afghanistan, the Afghan Peace Volunteers, have asked us to petition the United Nations to call for a ceasefire by all parties in the war in Afghanistan as well as taking the time to remember and mourn all the victims of war in Afghanistan over the past 33 years since the invasion of Soviet forces followed by the mujahedeen, the Warlords, the Taliban, and now the US and NATO troops. “We are tired of the killing,” they told me last Spring when I traveled to Kabul to plant trees with them.

The shadow of death: is there not a more accurate description of US unmanned aerial vehicles, also known as drones, with the names of Predator and Raptor? Flying at great heights and visiting death and destruction on unsuspecting human targets, these killing machines purposefully sow fear and terror into the hearts and minds of those on the receiving end. It gives a whole new meaning to an Advent, a time of waiting in anticipation. Zechariah knew something about the need for deliverance from an occupying enemy – the Roman occupiers not only had troops in the Jewish homeland but had also a hand in appointing Herod and Pontius Pilate as political rulers and even the religious authorities, the high priests, Annas and Caiaphas. John the Baptizer was called to be the one to prepare the way for one who could “rescue them from the hand of their enemies”. But Zechariah’s song ends with the plea to “guide our feet into the path of peace.”

Most of us know the John the Baptist story from Sunday School – how he was imprisoned for his seditious talk. Our second reading from Philippians reminds us that another messenger is in prison: Paul is writing to this small outpost of believers in Philippi from his prison cell reminding his readers that they be filled with love as they discern what is best. Last week was the time my friend Brian Terrell, a Catholic Worker from Iowa, was ordered to report to the Federal Prison in Yankton, SD for his 6-month sentence. He was convicted for his nonviolent protest of the training of drone pilots at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri earlier this year. Brian was guilty of trying to warn the military personnel of the illegality of these weapons under International Laws but his voice, like one crying in the wilderness of US courtrooms fell on deaf ears. “He who has ears to hear …” but the words fall to the ground when deafness is chosen out of fear or arrogance. So his nonviolent witness will have to speak through his action at Whiteman as well as his presence in prison.

Brian Terrell isn’t the only prophet in prison. Last week also marked the first time Bradley Manning was allowed to speak in a US Courtroom after more than two years of imprisonment, 9 months of which in solitary conditions that met the definition of torture according to a United Nations rapporteur who was denied access to him. All this because he dared to bring to light the shameful deeds our nation has committed in darkness. When one blows the whistle on the lies of war, expect the wrath of the government to be visited on you. Again, not the type of visitation we wait for in our time of Advent.

But for those of us who were able to hear Bill McKibben a week ago speaking about the math of climate change, he too had a story of imprisonment for trying to bring the crisis of fossil fuels and their carbon emissions to the attention of the President during the summer of 2011. McKibben’s three days in the DC jail ironically brought much more attention to the protest than had there been no arrests at all. His friend Gus Spaeth told Bill through the cell bars that this time in jail was the most important thing he had done in his life – someone who advised Presidents, chaired committees, and had received numerous awards and recognition as Dean of the Yale Environment Studies Program, founder of the National Resources Defense Council and President Carter’s Environmental Advisor. Both men, sitting in jail, hoping and working for that spark which can light a fire for the environmental movement. A time of waiting – but being active while one waits.

Last Saturday I saw a movie, 5 Broken Cameras, documenting the nonviolent resistance of the people of Bil’in in occupied Palestine. The filmmaker as well as his brothers were dragged off to Israeli jails. His cameras were “broken” when they were hit by bullets, tear gas canisters, or fell to the ground as the cameraman was being beaten by Israeli troops.  They recognized that being jailed, shot, and possibly killed were and are a matter of course when one seeks justice in the face of illegal Israeli settlements, destruction of olive trees, and the crushing of Palestinian hopes. They, too, wait in expectation of being rescued from one’s enemies.

Our reading from Luke chapter 3 doesn’t include the words that Matthew’s Gospel does about the content of John the Baptizer’s message: “Repent, for the Kingdom or reign of God is at hand.” Clarence Jordan in his Cotton Patch translation used to say, “Change your whole way of thinking because God’s new order of the Spirit is impinging upon you.”

That is our message for Advent today. Change your whole way of thinking (and acting) because the new order is based on very different values and ideas. The new order doesn’t need drones or prisons. The new order redefines who is our neighbor, what is “security”, how to relate to an “enemy”. We see that metamorphosis, that metanonia (the Greek word translated as “repent”), in the lives and actions of my Muslim friends, the Afghan Peace Volunteers, my Catholic Worker friend, Brian Terrell, our environmental prophet, Bill McKibben, and the whistle-blowing actions of Brad Manning. The old order, the old way of domination and fear is giving way to a new reality, the in-breaking of the reign of God. These folk are helping prepare the way, just as the life and message of John did for Jesus. We remember John’s fate at the hand of Herod and we better be ready for a similar fate at the hands of the empire today if we decide to Prepare the Way for the nonviolent Christ-child to disrupt and re-order our lives. 

John’s Gospel tells us, “A light shines in the darkness and the darkness does not understand it.” What better a description for the vote a week ago in the United Nations where the US voted against a resolution in support for more recognition of a Palestinian State. Ambassador Susan Rice and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton dissembled, justifying the negative vote by claiming that all this needs to be “negotiated” between Israel and the Palestinians, knowing full well that the Netanyahu government has absolutely no intention of stopping more illegal settlements and then rejecting any “preconditions” for negotiations. So it is up to us to help shine a light into this darkness. And there is so much darkness surrounding us tonight: an environment under assault, the people of Palestine and Israel living in fear and terror, whistle-blowers in prison and facing the possibility of decades before any possible release, the hum of drones prowling the skies overhead, the continued military occupation under the guise of humanitarian intervention. And more.

As a sign of our commitment to be people of hope and resistance, I invite all of you to light a candle with me in solidarity with the Afghan Peace Volunteers in Kabul and Bamiyan Province in Afghanistan, remembering all the victims of war but also to determine to help shine a light into our present darkness. After our songs and prayers, I invite you to light your candle from the Advent wreath and then join together to send a message of love and peace across the 6,873 miles and 10 ½ time zones to Abdulai and Ghulami, Zahra and Sharbanoo, Basir and Hakim and the many others waiting this Advent for an end to the war, the terror from the skies, the fear of bombs and IEDs, and the grinding misogyny enforced under the guise of religion. May our active waiting also embody a sign of hope and solidarity for them. May it be so.       



Why I March Against the War in Afghanistan

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Remarks for Afghan War Anniversary Rally and March Oct 7, 2012 by Steve Clemens
I stand before you today more in sadness than anger – although I have some of that as well.
My anger, however, is less directed at President Obama than at the system within which most of our political leaders are (willingly) trapped: a system of hegemony and domination supported by a military system which is more predatory than protective. Our political leaders like to think they are “protecting the American Way of Life” when, in reality, they are promoting a predatory system of corporate domination which seeks to continue the profligate pattern of American over-consumption protected at gun-point.
I had the distinct privilege of traveling to Afghanistan Spring a year ago as part of an International Peace Team led by Kathy Kelly of Voices For Creative Nonviolence. In Kabul we met with young Afghans who are committed to nonviolent solutions in their homeland. The Afghan Peace Volunteers are true nationalists who don’t want their beloved land “occupied by either US and NATO forces or the oppressive, fundamentalism of the Taliban.
We should have no illusions about the brutish misogyny and thuggish rigidity of the Taliban – but we must also understand the US/NATO complicity with equally repressive warlords who were bribed with millions of our taxpayer dollars to help overthrow the Taliban. When the US drove truckloads of crisp $100 dollar bills and handed them over to warlords 11 years ago this week to buy their loyalty, cooperation, and combat capability, we directly fed the rampant culture of corruption that now so clearly has infected all of Afghan society.
We also empowered the system of tribal warlords who continue to try to keep most of Afghanistan back in the 15th century when it comes to the rights of women and girls. Our Secretary of State as well as a couple of her predecessors, Condi Rice and Madeline Albright have used the battle-cry of “women’s rights” as a call to support the present US Occupation of Afghanistan. But, as my friend Chante Wolf of Veterans For Peace and others have so clearly observed, looking to the US Military to defend the rights of women is beyond ironic and is rather full-fledged hypocrisy. The incidence of sexual harassment, abuse and assault within the US Military of it’s own women soldiers is frighteningly horrendous and such a system based on fear, authority, and domination cannot be expected to model human rights for anyone – let alone others who speak a different language, practice a different religion, and have very different cultural mores and practices. 
[Again, the irony of today’s situation is palpable: if we really supported the rights of women in Afghan society, we would have supported the efforts of the Soviet Union in the late 1970s in their attempts to quell the rising fundamentalism in Afghan society. It was the Soviets who elevated the roles of women within that culture while those who militantly opposed such an effort were the mujahedeen funded in secret by the CIA.]
I have no illusions as I march in these streets that President Obama will listen to us. He has already weighed his political options and doesn’t want to appear to be “soft” on defense against terrorism. He has decided to double-down on the use of un-manned aerial vehicles, drones with the names of Predator and Reaper, machines which rain destruction from on high, so fewer American troops come home in body-bags. His policy has made all Afghan and Pakistani males between the ages of 15 and 45 as “militants” for whom he has granted himself the right to “kill-on-sight”. When they are killed by Apache helicopters, bombers, or drones, they are no longer classified as “collateral damage” – civilians killed by accident in a war-zone – because they have already been re-defined by the Pentagon as combatants because of their gender and age.
But I can personally assure you that although they fall within that gender/age range, my new friends Abdulai, Ali, Amer Shah, Basir, Ghulmai, Mohammed Jan, Asif, and others should not be targets of our weapons but fellow collaborators for peace and justice. Sharbanoo, Zahra, Lena, and other Afghan women I met are not looking for continued American occupation of their country in the name of their rights but also want that occupation to end NOW.
I wrote to my friends in Afghanistan and asked them what they would like to say to you today. Here is what the Afghan Peace Volunteers sent me:
Statement for October 7, 2012 in protest of the 11th year of the U.S./ NATO war in Afghanistan- from Hakim and the Afghan Peace Volunteers. www.2millionfriends.org
After 11 years of the U.S./NATO war in Afghanistan, and the three decades of war before that, we are very tired of the killings.

This war cannot stop the war. This human method of war doesn’t work.

Afghans have a saying that ‘blood cannot wash away blood’ and we’ve witnessed and experienced its truth, daily. The U.S. has lost 2 thousand of their soldiers. Afghans have lost at least 2 million loved ones over the past four decades of war.

Stop. Stop the killings. Stop the mutual bloodshed. Stop spending two billion US dollars a week just on killing. Stop the drones. Stop the use of depleted uranium. Stop.

Ordinary Afghans don’t need more weapons or more war. We need food, water, shelter and clothing. We need education, health care and decent livelihoods for all.

We also need friends. We wish to remember the 2 million Afghan victims of war by finding 2 million friends for peace in Afghanistan. The Afghan Peace Volunteers ask for a ceasefire from all warring groups. We want peace, the peace which is the color, soul and jewel of life, without which we live bearing fears and worries, and without which life has little meaning. In 2010, we the Afghan Peace Volunteers inscribed our beliefs and hopes on a plaque that sits at the entrance of Bamiyan Peace Park in the centre of Afghanistan, “Why not love? Why not bring peace? Even a little of our love is stronger than the wars of the world.”


Even though most of our politicians running for office [with the notable exception of Minnesota’s own Keith Ellison and candidates running under the banner of the Green Party or other small independent tickets] won’t even mention Afghanistan in their campaign events (other than to praise “our troops” as “heroes”) , it is important that we send a message by being on the streets. We can send a message to the Afghan Peace Volunteers that there are Americans standing in solidarity with them. We can send a message to the United Nations and other international bodies that there are some Americans who really want substantive “hope and change” – not just as political rhetoric but as a tangible redirection of our nation and its policy. And we can send a message to our fellow citizens who find themselves wearing a military uniform: we call on you to refuse to deploy to a nation where our Occupation is both unwise and illegal.
I’ll be marching with both sadness and anger – but also with intent to engage my fellow Minnesotans in conversation urging both truth-telling and a new direction for our foreign policy. I'd rather carry a candle to shed some light and hope rather than just curse the darkness of our present policies. Silence isn’t an option.