There were six of us and we decided to act as a group, Betsy, Alex, Karan, Steve, Charlie and me. We met at the Pacific Life Community retreat in March and participated in an act of planned civil disobedience at the navy base with the largest concentration of deployed nuclear weapons in the United States. A nearby center for nonviolence helps organize protests which include civil disobedience at one of the gates to the navy base. People discern what kind of protest they want to make and then folks call the base, tell them we're coming, and alert the county police as to the date and time. Nobody is surprised then. Everything is up front.
This time there were 3 varieties of action: (1) carrying banners across the road and thus halting traffic; (2) providing support by holding protest signs, taking pictures and protecting public safety by providing directions; and (3) "crossing the line."
There is a 6 inch blue line painted across the road way, a hundred yards or so in front of the actual guard post. The road in front of this blue line belongs to the county and thus the county police are contacted. The area beyond the blue line belongs to the naval base and thus crossing the blue line is considered trespassing on naval property. This is a federal misdemeanor.
On March 7, at the end of our weekend retreat, prayer and discernment, about 40 of us walked from Ground Zero Center for Nonviolence to the naval base gate, having told the authorities we were coming. It was sleeting and snowing and the most quiet of mornings as we carried our banners rolled up and then spread out across the road. We celebrated a quiet breaking of the bread with prayer before unfurling the banners. Prayer grounded us all weekend; it was fitting.
8 people received tickets for blocking traffic, my husband Nick among them. More people blocked traffic but the police were random in their ticketing. 6 of us stepped one foot over the blue line. We were reading the Nuremburg Principles aloud as we crossed and stood there, and we each got our own soldier who read aloud to us. We read at each other without listening to each other. At some point we were gently led over to waiting vehicles for some shelter as soldiers laboriously filled out forms.
At the end of the day, Nick paid his traffic ticket and I was given a notice to appear on June 7th in the Federal Court in Tacoma.
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