November 5, 2007: This website is an archive of the former website, traprockpeace.org, which was created 10 years ago by Charles Jenks. It became one of the most populace sites in the US, and an important resource on the antiwar movement, student activism, 'depleted' uranium and other topics. Jenks authored virtually all of its web pages and multimedia content (photographs, audio, video, and pdf files. As the author and registered owner of that site, his purpose here is to preserve an important slice of the history of the grassroots peace movement in the US over the past decade. He is maintaining this historical archive as a service to the greater peace movement, and to the many friends of Traprock Peace Center. Blogs have been consolidated and the calendar has been archived for security reasons; all other links remain the same, and virtually all blog content remains intact.THIS SITE NO LONGER REFLECTS THE CURRENT AND ONGOING WORK OF TRAPROCK PEACE CENTER, which has reorganized its board and moved to Greenfield, Mass. To contact Traprock Peace Center, call 413-773-7427 or visit its site. Charles Jenks is posting new material to PeaceJournal.org, a multimedia blog and resource center.
Reports from Atlanta and US Gulf Coast
all photos © 2006 Annie Spell
Gulf Coast - April, 2006
Hurricane Katrina and the places where we once lived our lives
On our way home from the Southern Regional March in Atlanta Sunday, we swung down Mississippi's Hwy 90 through Gulfport, Long Beach, Pass Christian, Bay St. Louis, and Waveland.
Seven months post Katrina, the sights still shock.
Below is a photograph what's of left of the condomindium where we spent most Thanksgivings, Mardi Gras breaks and many, many weekends over the years in Pass Christian:
There where five three story buildings on this site last August.
You can see the ghost of the pool where our daughter learned to swim. The porch from which Annie and I enjoyed so many sunsets was where the dead palm tree now lays. This is what it used to look like:
Although we had many possessions there, like a stereo, CDs, books, kitchen stuff, etc., I could find nothing in the sand which showed that we had ever been there.
I didn't think I'd recover anything; I just wanted to find something left that somehow marked the presence of our lives in that once wonderful place. I can't imagine what it must be like when this happens to a place you called home for many years. The loss of all of the little souvenirs of a life well lived...
Like, for instance, my grandmother's home in Waveland, just across the Bay from the Pass:
And yet, she had insurance and a family with the resources to start a new life elsewhere almost immediately. She has been relatively lucky and is in a new home in another state. At the age of 94, she begins a new life. It is what it is.
So many have been left with nothing. No hope. No nothing.
It's Third World down here in America for the disenfranchised.
For us, it's not the stuff. It's the safety and security and life of the place....gone....bitter sweet memories.
For so many less fortunate than we, it must be a total nightmare.
Covington Peace Project
Atlanta, Georgia - April 1, 2006
Over the weekend, our family traveled to Atlanta to represent the Covington Peace Project at the Southern Regional March. Sponsored by the April First Coalition and the Georgia Peace and Justice Coalition/Atlanta, it was the largest antiwar demonstration in the southeastern U. S. since New Orleans’ 2005 Jazz Funeral for Democracy.
We were thrilled to run into many friends from the old Louisiana Activist Network displaced by Hurricane Katrina who are now in Atlanta and scattered across the South in towns like Asheville, Memphis, Knoxville, Charleston, and Winston-Salem. We had many great reunions on the streets Saturday afternoon.
Many thanks to Wayne Sabel of the Montgomery Peace Project and his lovely wife, Cheryl, president of the Montgomery, Alabama chapter of NOW, for their hospitality, friendship, and inspiration.
Buddy, Annie and Sarah Spell
These are our family photos:
See march website.
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