I would hoped I had more time to write but it is not so. It is about 5am and I can't sleep. In a couple of hours I will be marching down to the court house. Yes I am a bit nervous but deep, deep down Iam at peace. I listened to a woman speak last night about how her husband was tortured for 2 and a half years in Gutamala...then he was thrown from a helicopter alive to his death. The soldiers who did this, it was found were trained at the SOA and paid by the CIA. She was to be a witness at our trial but the judge would not let her testimoney into the court! Yes, this is the American justice system! I love my country. It is the only country I truely know but this part I am ashamed of.
I want to hold my head high, I want to speak and act with love. It is my highest desire. I am no hero. I am just a woman, a person. But when I hear these stories and meet these people, how can I do any less? How can I not care? Even the worst thing that can happen to me,,,is nothing by comparison.
Whatever happen, I am fine with it. I will ask for probation as I did not cross the line for a particular outcome, but if I get jail time that is ok too...I can only say that because of this vast commmunity of peace makers in St. Louis and beyond who walk with me...Definately not a journey I recommend one take alone!
I am going to try to sleep an hour or so.
Please hold me in the light. and come on the 18th of Feb...it will be a Festival of Hope...a Festival of Peace!