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No Justice No Peace
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by Amy Hamilton-Thibert
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Refposition.com is an Affordable Website SEO Company providing SEO Packages to get you top rankings on the web. seo company At many of the anti-war events I have been to
in the last short while, the overwhelming sentiment is that something called "peace" should happen as soon as possible. Many of the events themselves are billed as being "for peace," and many of the participants
carry signs and banner that speak about peace. Logical, right? Anti-War = Peace, you dimwit! It's as simple as that, many
people would say. Well...I'm gonna come clean. I'm
wary of this "peace" idea. What's not to understand about the desire for peace?
I can't quite put my finger on it; but when I try to, I come up with more questions
than answers. For
one thing, when I see people of color at marches and rallies, I rarely see them holding signs or banners that talk about peace.
I notice that their signs, instead, often talk about "justice." Why? Aren't justice and peace
the same thing? Are they? Is justice
peaceful? Is peace just? What is
peace? Is it just peace and no fighting? Is
it no bombs? For example, if peace happens, is the xml:namespace prefix
= st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" ?>U.S. still allowed to engage
in covert activities in Colombia? Can the CIA topple Chavez
in Venezuela? Is that peaceful or
not? What about other army projects? Can
our forces still occupy the Philippines and Afghanistan and have troops just about everywhere else under peace? Can there be a military under peace? Does it mean that if the U.S. stops dropping bombs on Somalia- I mean, the Sudan; er no, I forgot Afghanistan-oops, what I meant to say was Iraq, then there is peace? Or does it mean that if we stop the sanctions, then there is peace? Does
it mean if we pay the Iraqi people $5 for every child lost since we first dropped bombs on them however many years ago, that
there would be peace? Do we pay taxes that go toward building stealth bombers
and not our own health and under peace? Will our children still be hungry in
peaceful times? Is peace ours? Or
does it belong to everybody else on earth too? And does it belong to the earth
itself? All these questions and no answers. Meanwhile, I'm still hearing this thunderous white cry for PEACE PEACE PEACE!! I think I've got it figured
out after all. In peacetime, we don't have marches and rallies for the young
women that work in maquiladoras for worse than shitty pay sewing all the shit we use to clothe our own well-fed young women. We don’t have much of a problem ignoring the plight of sweatshop workers in
our own cities. In peacetime, we don't need to discuss the fact that our most
favored nation is China. We don't have to listen
to what our best trade buddy China does to the people of Tibet, or to its own people, because we are at "peace."
In times of peace, it seems to be easier to ignore the fact that our good friend Israel is the recipient of the largest percentage of U.S. foreign aid, and to be unaware of the fact that Israel is not so quietly, or covertly, going about their own campaign of ethnic cleansing against
the Palestinians. I wonder if the Palestinians thought the U.S. was at "peace" a few years ago when they
began the latest intifada. In times of peace we don't hear the ground we walk
over every day screaming up at us, "What have you done!?" Most of the time, I'd
venture that us white folks feel peaceful enough not to be bothered to look at the blood of the slaughtered Indigenous peoples
on our ancestors hands.
Maybe "peace" means that white people don't have to hear about what our government does to other countries or what
we've done inside our own borders. Maybe peace should otherwise be known as "free
to go about our business without guilt nipping at our heels." Maybe white people
want peace because they hope it will keep death and danger at bay. When I see
signs that say "PEACE!" now, I often think to myself that it should read underneath: I am scared; I am guilty. I don't want
bad things to happen to me and my family.
My movement is the anti-imperialism, anti-oppression movement. I refuse
to fight solely "for peace." Does that sound angry? Does that sound uppity? Is that upsetting? Let me be straight: I do not want war or killing, certainly not; but to ask another question, don't we
need justice more than we need a comfortable, air-conditioned, sound-tracked, airbrushed, leather-upholstered SUV-driving,
sweatshop-clothes buying, racial profiling, meat-eating, bourgeois, motherfucking peace?
If peace means that we go right back to the nightmare we were living in before we started dropping bombs, then I don't
want peace. I want a revolution.

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