Saturday, January 4, 2014
Lessons I learned from the end of a stick
On that morning over 3,000 anti-war demonstrators gathered at the JFK Federal Building for a nonviolent sit-down demonstration. We were protesting the mining of the harbors in Vietnam, or perhaps the bombing of Cambodia. I don't remember which, but it was important enough for me to consider doing something public.
The group that had organized the demonstration, the People's Coalition for Peace and Justice, held workshops the previous night to train us in nonviolent protest. The idea was that we were to block the nine entrances to the building by the simple act of sitting down. If anybody tried to remove us, we were to go limp. We were instructed to wear light clothing (T-shirt and jeans), and to put a dime in our shoes. (For the telephone call in case we were arrested.)
The leaders of the demonstration had cooperated with the Boston police, and assured them that this was to be a peaceful demonstration, unlike so many others around the country. At the suggestion of the police, the leaders wore armbands, so that both police and protesters could identify those in charge. This would help maintain order.
As planned, we left our gathering places that morning and walked in an orderly fashion to the federal building. There, we were met by several hundred riot police in full gear.
First, they arrested our leaders, who were easily identified by their armbands. Then, they set their dogs on us. Then they hit us over the head with 3-foot billy clubs. They maced us, flung us into the air like rag dolls, dragged us off bleeding, and, finally, they arrested anyone they hadn't already knocked unconscious. I never got to use my dime, because they didn't let me make my phone call. They just threw me in jail.
There is a moral to this story. Actually, there are two. The first is that you can't negotiate with people who intend to kill you. The second is you can't negotiate from a position of weakness.
The protest leaders placed us in a position of weakness by negotiating away the only weapon we had. We had numbers, and the potential to cause disruption. They had more weapons, lethal ones, but even with those weapons they could not have overcome 3,000 people - if those people had not cooperated.
I look upon the IOM contract, and indeed upon most of what the federal government has said and done to us over the last 30 years, as a battle. Some of us believe that by cooperating, by playing by the rules they have set down for us, by showing them that we can go limp, they will give us what we want.
That will never happen, simply because people without power never get what they want by going limp. Especially not during a battle. The way people with no power, no money, and no authority get what they want is by refusing to negotiate, by refusing to shut up, and by creating the disruption of "business as usual" through the application of constant pressure.
There are a million people with "CFS" in the U.S. More than 17 million with ME worldwide. Our resolution for the New Year should be to make sure that the people who put Karina Hansen in a psych ward hear us. That those who deny us medical care hear us. That those who bully and threaten our advocates hear us. That those who strip us of our rights while telling us they "feel our pain" hear us. That those who steal our funds, and blacklist our doctors, who turn a deaf ear to our pleas for help, and who belittle, dismiss and ignore us - hear us.
There is power in numbers. And a million is a big number.
We will remember 2013 for all we tried to accomplish. Let's make them remember 2014 for all we did accomplish.