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 <title>Images from 6.26 Action at the US Mission</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Our movement has so many talented photographers, but Fred Askew is one of the most sensitive and solid! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His images from the walk, press conference and civil disobedience on Monday June 26th are available on his website at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.stratecomm.net/~fritz/gallery/nogitmo&quot;&gt;http://www.stratecomm.net/~fritz/gallery/nogitmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2006 11:13:11 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Frida Berrigan Reflection on Fasting</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Frida Berrigan&lt;br /&gt;
Reflection on Fasting&lt;br /&gt;
December 13, 2005&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; What does humanity look like when our only tool for persuasion, for power, for being heard, are our own bodies? When I think about why I came here, I remember hearing about the hunger striking men in Guantanamo, and coming to an awareness that this act of deprivation and suffering was their only way to be heard. All they could do was offer up their bodies. It was an act of extreme desperation, but also an act of extreme hope-- that someone would answer. &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 15:31:21 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Why is it called violent extremism with “they” do it to us?</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;In an interview with the BBC yesterday, the host asked me how we as Christians could walk to visit the prisoners at Guantanamo, many of whom had been picked up on battlefields throughout the world and were commited to killing Christians.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 11:04:50 -0500</pubDate>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;files/images/frida_berrigan_th.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;frida&quot; /&gt;A line from a Gipsy King song has been going through my head for the passed few days as we have walked through the Cuban countryside. &quot;Estoy caminando a la montanya donde naci.&quot; it is such a rousing song to walk with, and i wish i knew the rest of the words. But, I am not walking to the mountains where i was born. the landscape is rolling hills and sugar cane fields- not mountains. And every time I try and speak with someone I know I was not born here. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But as i walk, each step bringing us closer to the prisoners, closer to Guantanamo base, closer the modern heart of darkness, i feel hope being born inside of me. Hope for what people with faith, &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2005 15:26:39 -0500</pubDate>
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