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[casi] Report from anti sanctions campaigner in jail

See below report from Ulla Roder, anti sanctions and anti war campaigner,
currently on remand for trashinga  Tornado jet fighter at RAF Leuchars.

Not Endless Discussion  Real Disarmament Now

I looked at the seat in the cockpit in the streamlined white Tornado
warplane, which I had just entered. In my mind I had the picture of a young
pilot, boy, son, father; the many years of fear for the people of Iraq; for
their survival; for a new world war nuclear war; fear of losing the little
bit of freedom we people have left in this world, to a state which has
officially declared that it wants "Full Spectrum Dominance" on earth as well
as in space and which has shown all willingness and cynicism to use whatever
means of power to gain this. All this made me lift the red and black
bolt-cutters in my hand. Crash! I shouted out aloud in the hangar. There was
no-one to hear, but it helped. "We don't want your war, Bush and Blair!"
This for all the dead civilians in Iraq and all the children still suffering
at poor hospitals, caused by 12 years of sanctions against civilians. Crash!
The control panel was out of commission.

The echo of the hammering was still in the air when I started on the wings.
The hard surface resisted my attempts. This for my disabled friend who
cannot afford a decent wheelchair. This for my other disabled friend who
daily has to crawl up a stone stairway outside his house, because a proper
house with disabled access cannot be provided for him and his family. This
for all the marginalised people, the sick and older folks; this for all the
people in poverty whose basic needs are not fulfilled; this in hope for the
future of our children in the world. I had done enough.

The nose cone got the rest of my anger and all the energy I had. Lies!
Disarmament treaties and negotiations thirty years! International law!
Ignorance! All lies to buy time for the weapon industries and military to
re-arm for the warfare of the 21st Century. Shame! Shame! Shame on all
nuclear weapon states. Shame for all the time the courts have ignored the
arguments of ordinary people. Now really tired, I slammed the bolt-cutters
down on the back of the plane. This for all the arrogance from intelligent,
learned people, who have never glanced long enough into the eyes of a young
drug addict to understand why they suffer, but coldhearted send them away
for shoplifting for their daily needs instead of giving them access to
proper treatment because that is too expensive. A fiver a week or you go to
prison! Problem solved. Then I returned to the cockpit and silently put the
bolt-cutters down. On top I placed a piece of bread and in silence I
symbolically shared it with all the hungry breaking off small pieces and
spreading it around, praying for peace and justice in the world. I then went
down to two fuel containers on the ground looking like two ugly fat bombs .
On each was placed the sign: TO THE GULF. I put my last bit of bread on each
of the signs. My job was done. No more will anyone face the horrors of war
from that plane. One more war machine was disarmed. I felt a deep inner

I now waited for someone to arrive. After a while I was very respectfully
and peacefully detained and led away, while the alarm sounded through the
whole base. Good! More delay in the preparations for war.

And now I am facing a trial  maybe for 25 million pounds worth of damage
more than my entire family will earn in a lifetime by hard and decent work.
A Tornado costs 70 million pounds. We paid for this plane and we will pay
for all the other planes I saw out there that night, being got ready for an
illegal war.

All this world needs is love

Trident Ploughshares


To all the civil disobedients, the resisters, the disarmers

As sand in the desert
We will always be

We are in the sun, warm and dry
We are soaking, cold at night
We are loved and hated,
But it doesn't change us

We are black, red, yellow and white
We are at surface alike
We are never the same
But we can rage and gather in piles

We can in wrong environment grow to thorns
We are soft and flexible, moving easily
We can be caught and restrained
But we stay hard, keeping our condition

We are worldwide
We drift in the wind
We can be broken
But more of us will be

We cannot be cultivated
We cannot be controlled
We can, if many enough, stop the war machines,
But we are always staying firm, because

We will always be
As sand in the desert

Ulla Roder March 2003


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