Iraq War Provoking Terror

FOCUS | William Fisher: A Double Standard for People in Pain?

William Fischer wants to know why a victim of multiple sclerosis is serving 25 years in prison for the same crime that Rush Limbaugh will not be incarcerated for. In the opinion of a man who has every reason to know, the two cases reveal a scary double standard being applied to people who suffer from chronic pain - and the doctors who treat them.

Dahr Jamail | Easily Dispensable: Iraq's Children

Dahr Jamail implores us to understand: "That women and children suffer the most during times of war is not a new phenomenon. It is a reality as old as war itself. What Rumsfeld, Rice and other war criminals of the Cheney administration prefer to call "collateral damage" translates in English as the inexcusable murder of and other irreparable harm done to women, children and the elderly during any military offensive."

Hawks For Withdrawal

Tom Hayden
A centrist Dem proposal on Iraq reveals a significant acceptance of the peace movement's message.

Iraq War Provoking Terror: Amnesty International

"The war on terror and the way it has unfolded is actually premised on the principle that by eroding human rights you can reinforce security," said Amnesty International's Secretary-General Irene Khan. "And that is why as part of the war on terror we see restrictions being placed on civil liberties around the world."

After Hearing Hueys And A Hunter In The Woods

By David Connolly
David Connolly served honorably in Vietnam with the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment. He takes pride in having been, and continuing to be, a Vietnam Veteran Against the War. His collection of poems, LOST IN AMERICA, was published by Viet Nam Generation, Inc.& Burning Cities Press in 1994.

After Hearing Hueys And A Hunter In The Woods

His children urged him
so he went walking
in the almost nude,
late November woods,
flashing,
on what was a jungle
before the planes,
that he walked through
with other children once,
and still does some nights.
He knew he would hear them
even before he did
but that didn’t help.
The other noise,
unconnected,
but inseparable to him,
started also.
Not the innocuous “KPOW”
that we used as children
but the “KUSSSH” that killed,
that looked for us
in woods like these.
He doesn’t know how many times
his oldest said, “Dad,”
or how long the little one cried,
as he ran, low and loping,
dragging them along,
away from the danger in his mind.
The older one, at ten, knew,
and comforted him
as if he were her child.
“It’s OK, Dad, really.”
The younger one, at seven,
didn’t know,
but without his explanation said,
“I was scared cause you were scared,
but I wasn’t scared of you, Dad.”