Photo's of Friends at Camp Casey
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Photos of Friends of Cindy Sheehan at Camp Casey


 Camp Casey was the most amazing experience of my life. It was like being at woodstock and in a war at the same time. What made this so different? We chose not to counter demonstate, to show kindness when approached with anger, to show strength in all situations. There were few hours in the 3 weeks in which we felt safe. We constantly felt  the electricity and karma of those around us . I ws constantly meeting people from around the world coming into camp with their hearts hanging out of their chests. Most people had drove day and night and the minute they hit the camp volunteered for 12 or more hours of camp work. A grandmothers group drove the shuttle vans for over 10 hour shifts. There were more acts of kindness than I have seen in a lifetime. I made a t-shirt which had the "Close Encounters.." movie theme:  "I was making mashed potatoes when suddenly I found myself forming the face of George bush."   Everyone swore they had already thought of the movie as they had driven cross country . During the stay I met some of the highest caliber humans on this planet; from Russell Means to Peter Johnson, yet they were not the ones who amazed me the most. Wally from Washington and Oregon Freddie was the delight of the camp! Plain, simple humans who crossed the country with only 5 dollars, they  always carried smiles and a dance step or a yee haw . We constantly were under threat,  yet we were always willing to cross the line and give help, whether it was water, food or anything they needed. Counter protesting was almost non existent with us. We stayed in Camp Casey when the camp was moved. It was the grassroots, the entrenchment. Always carrying the most danger and the most colorful people

 Saturday we were told that we were about to be vastly out numbered at our camp. Radical groups were possibly going to crash through the police barriers. The roads to our camp would be closed if this happened to keep it from spreading to Cindy Sheehan's camp 2. Tear gas was one of the possibilities. No one left our camp. The women refused to go to the back for a safer position. The vets got out their guitars and sang silly songs and we laughed and skipped to a  song Dennis Kyne made up. The worst did not happen, as usual. There always seemed to be a rainbow sprouting out of every tense situation.

I have no doubt that we have changed the world . I doubt if ever again so many amazing people will cross the country to sleep in ditches in over 100 degree weather for peace. If ever in your life you meet someone who spent a week at camp Casey, respect them with all of your heart.  They are real heroes. I am trying to put a website together for camp Casey.. It will take a while to put it together.

A Nation Rocked to Sleep
By Carly Sheehan
Sister of Casey KIA 04/04/04
Sadr City, Baghdad

Have you ever heard the sound of a mother screaming for her son?
The torrential rains of a mother's weeping will never be done
They call him a hero, you should be glad that he's one, but
Have you ever heard the sound of a mother screaming for her son?

Have you ever heard the sound of a father holding back his cries?
He must be brave because his boy died for another man's lies
The only grief he allows himself are long, deep sighs
Have you ever heard the sound of a father holding back his cries?

Have you ever heard the sound of taps played at your brother's grave?
They say that he died so that the flag will continue to wave
But I believe he died because they had oil to save
Have you ever heard the sound of taps played at your brother's grave?

Have you ever heard the sound of a nation being rocked to sleep?
The leaders want to keep you numb so the pain won't be so deep
But if we the people let them continue another mother will weep

I arrived in Crawford Tuesday night. The rain was so bad that we could not find the peace house, so I spent the night in the car. The next morning I went to Camp Casey. It was raining and, as the photo reflects, I was  a bit confused as to what my part was in this.

I chose the Jesus wept banner because I feel Jesus would feel great sadness seeing a mother living in a ditch trying to find the answers to her sons death.

This photo was taken the as the sun rose the morning after the pro war lunatic drove over 500 Arlington West crosses at Camp Casey . By the time I got  home from the first week in camp, I decided to return immediately. I realized the crazies who were hassling the camp had become more brazen . Our fear was well founded when 2 hours after arriving back in camp I found myself chasing this maniac down the road. We did not catch him, but it seems the metal stakes on the crosses flattened a tire.  The police also found crosses embedded in the underside of his truck .

Cindy had been camped for a few days when horrible weather set in . Already wore out and sick with a cold , she continued to make her presence in camp and take interviews. I spent 4 days at Camp Casey with Cindy and the core group. I knew Cindy by then, but gave her all the space I could and focused on meeting the others in camp.  After being gone one day, I  walked back into the camp. It had about 75 people milling around. Cindy immediately walked over and gave me a hug, but what floored me  was she greeted me with a " welcome back". Cindy Sheehan really does care for her grassroots support.

People were coming into camp from all over Texas. Then a drizzle of people from all over the USA started to come in . Most had driven across the country by themselves without much more than turning the lights off before they had left.

Cindy is feeling much better and is awaiting the Bush and friends Barbecue motorcade to pass by the camp . A friend made a poster which said Honk if your children are in Iraq. It was the only time Bush drove by camp . The barbecues was held about 6 miles from his house and he had to drive by Camp Casey.