Police estimated 200 participants in Saturday’s anti-war rally and march to Hillary Clinton’s campaign headquarters in Brooklyn Heights. While that estimate is overly generous, all the groups and individuals participating together against the U.S. government’s endless series of wars, killings and drone attacks will hopefully lead to an escalating “peace offensive” over the next year, regardless of who is elected President.
Speakers included the Raging Grannies, who started us off with a bunch of re-writ songs, Carolina Cositore Sitrin, Mitchel Cohen (who read aloud, Occupy style, U.S. Marine Corps Maj. General Smedley Butler’s famous anti-war barrage), Debra Sweet (World Can’t Wait), Daniel Vila (Green Party candidate for Congress), Bob Keilbach (Veterans for Peace, who invited all to join the anti-war contingent in the Veterans’ Day/Armistice Day parade on Nov. 11th), singer-songwriter Marcy Gordon, Sara Flounders (International Action Center & Hands Off Syria), singer-songwriter Dave Lippman, Michael D.D. White and Carolyn McIntyre (Citizens Defending Libraries), and a special visit by Hillary Clinton herself (since we were meeting near the corner of Clinton St. and Tillary, thus “Tillary Clinton”).
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(Pictures by Carolina Cositore Sitrin, Cathryn Swan, Greg Butterfield, Cat Watters. Cathryn also took the photo of the Peace Pigeons.)
I spent thirty-three years and four months in active military service as a member of this country’s most agile military force, the Marine Corps. I served in all commissioned ranks from Second Lieutenant to Major-General. And during that period, I spent most of my time being a high class muscle-man for Big Business, for Wall Street and for the Bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.
I suspected I was just part of a racket at the time. Now I am sure of it. Like all the members of the military profession, I never had a thought of my own until I left the service. My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while I obeyed the orders of higher-ups. This is typical with everyone in the military service.
I helped make Mexico, especially Tampico, safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefits of Wall Street. The record of racketeering is long. I helped purify Nicaragua for the international banking house of Brown Brothers in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for American sugar interests in 1916. In China I helped to see to it that Standard Oil went its way unmolested.
During those years, I had, as the boys in the back room would say, a swell racket. Looking back on it, I feel that I could have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.
– Maj. General Smedley Darlington Butler, U.S. Marine Corps