I am from Massachusetts, and I have been following this group since I began on Free Republic.
When I first heard what these Code Pink people were doing, it horrified, angered and disgusted me. I have no problem with people protesting against the war. I disagree with them in the strongest possible terms, but I respect their right to say what they feel and to do that in public.
What I do NOT have tolerance or respect for is people who carry on this kind of negative, anti-military protest activity outside a military hospital with recuperating patients inside. There are plenty of places to appropriately carry on this kind of activity. Outside the Captiol Building. On the Mall. Outside the White House. Nearly everywhere.
But NOT in front of a hospital containing maimed troops who got that way in the defense of their country and our right to publicly state our views. NOT THERE.
This behavior, this shoddy, ungrateful treatment of injured soldiers just ate at me. When I found that there was a group of people who spent every Friday night on the street, rain or shine, wind, snow or heat, doing their level best to get a message across to the troops, I knew I had to find a way to meet them.
Every Friday night, these people stand out there to show the troops that those despicable people wearing pink and bearing signs such as "Enlist here to die for Halliburton" DID NOT SPEAK FOR THE MAJORITY OF AMERICANS, I wanted in the worst way to say a heartfelt "Thank You" to all of them, and in doing so, find a way to say "Thank you" to the men and women who serve our country at such great risk, for so little.
I finally got my chance to do so. I was told the group would form up at 1830 in front of Walter Reed Hospital, so I took the day off from work, left Massachusetts at 0900, and drove down to meet these people.
Traffic and weather were lousy, and I began to think I would arrive at 2200 or later, and I began to despair a bit. I had visions of showing up, and they would be packing up to leave, or worse, nobody would be there due to the late hour and the rainy weather.
I certainly did not know those people, the members of the DC Chapter of Free Republic.
I resolved to speed any chance I got, did not stop to eat and only stopped for the occasional bathroom break. As luck would have it, I showed up at nearly exactly 1830 in front of Walter Reed! (Timing has always been my strong point...:)
I parked my car in a line of cars pointed south on Georgia Street just past the main gate to Walter Reed, got out and walked over to a warm reception. Several were looking at me suspiciously as I walked over, and I found out that they thought I might have been a Code Pinko taking up one of "their" parking spaces! When they found out I wasn't a Code Pinko, they immediately asked if they could put a sign on top of my car, to which I readily agreed! As luck would have it, I got the last "Freeper Shave" sign which stated "Pinko Hags"...:)
What a privilege!
These folks were among the warmest, most welcoming group of people I have ever encountered anywhere. They were unified by a common distaste of what the Code Pink demonstrators were doing (protesting in front of a hospital of injured soldiers) as well as a stated support of both the troops AND the mission.
I was impressed with the universal, deep and sincere belief held by the DC Chapter Freepers that the patients inside the hospital were wholly deserving of gratitude and respect for what they had gone through, and were entitled to a chance to heal without having to see Code Pink activities from their windows.
I was a bit nervous, because I consider myself to be a pretty passionate person, subject to high emotional reactions. I was worried I might say something inappropriate to the Code Pinkos, and thereby cast a negative light on the people who so graciously welcomed me to their crowd.
To my surprise, I didn't feel anger. I felt...pity. And, I must confess, I did not expect that. And I was also gratified by the moral and behavioral high ground that the anti-Code Pink demonstrators held. There was no shouting or inappropriate behavior (EXCEPT when the Code Pinkos began acting like, well...the liberals that they are. Then there was PLENTY of shouting and plenty of appropriate behavior. To their credit, they stood right up to them!)
I was struck by the behavior of the Code Pinkos. I was not necessarily struck by the fact that they did engage in behavior I usually attribute to them, but the fact that they did it so readily and naturally. Heck, I only came down for one demonstration of a few hours, I didn't think the leopard's spots would show during the one time I got to see them in the wild. (Note: Liberals in the northeast do NOT live in the wild...it is more like a zoo or a wildlife preserve...)
Liberals would have you believe that conservatives are a heartbeat away from a Strangelovian Nazi salute, always ready to resort to some nefarious dirty trick to rob others of their right to free speech or some other essential freedom. In their view, conservatives are just itching to put on their hobnail boots and goosestep across the rights of innocent, great Amercians like the Code Pinkos.
Instead, THEY were the ones tearing down signs. THEY were the ones creepily surveilling the people who disagree with them. There was a weird woman who walked through our midst with a camera in her hand. I didn't know who she was, but she gave me the creeps. She had a look on her face as though she was on librium or some other emotion stabilizing drug. She walked by me, turned, and walked out into the roadway against the pedestrian crossing light, causing cars to have to stop for her.
I turned and saw TROOPRALLY gazing intently at this woman, and when I asked if they knew her, she gave me the whole story. Apparently, this woman takes pictures of the license plates of the cars with the aim of publishing personal information on the Internet. "How strange", I thought. "Did she really think anyone standing on that street was going to be embarrassed or shamed at their activities? Did she think it was somehow like taking pictures of Johns trying to solicit prostitutes?" It baffled me completely. Then someone told me that in their opinion, no, it wasn't for that. It was just to get personal info on the Internet in the hopes that someone else would do something unsavory with it.
But that unpleasantness aside, it was a completely wonderful, fulfilling experience. The majority of people who went by honked their horns, pumped their fists, waved, smiled, gave thumbs up and were just generally really supportive. There weren't many honks up the street at the Code Pinko area, very, very few. And we only got a few shouted negative remarks from a car window, and it turned out it was the same car going by over and over again.
The high point of the night was when the bus with the troops on it came back from Fran O'Brien's Restaurant.
Earlier, I had looked up the street, and to my surprise, I noticed the Code Pinkos were all gone. When I remarked on it, one of the veteran demonstrators caustically said "Yeah. They always bug out before the bus comes back. They KNOW they aren't appreciated and aren't wanted." How fitting. The Code Pinkos are apparently Bug Out Artists.
As the bus came down the street, the lights inside the tinted windows came on, and the troops inside could be clearly seen. They had smiles, waves, thumbs up. Some shouted "Thanks" out the window. I have to admit, it brought a lump to my throat. Why, I asked myself, would these soldiers thank us? It was WE who were, and should have been, thanking them.
I had an opportunity to talk to a young soldier at one point who had been pretty badly injured. He was in a wheelchair, a double amputee, and when he saw us, he lit right up. He came over to us and said:
"Thank you! I really appreciate what you folks are doing. I'll tell you, when I first got here, I was pretty beat up. When I was in my bed I could see out the window...and I saw those people out there with those lousy signs. I just couldn't understand it. If people want to protest, fine, that is their right, but why did they have to come HERE to do it?"
For me, that said it all, coming from the mouth of someone who has earned the right to have his opinion listened to. It is a shame, a crying shame that the DC Chapter of Free Republic has to demonstrate out in front of Walter Reed Hospital. But it is also a wonderful thing, if it is indeed necessary, as it is.
The hospitality of those who took me under their wing that night (And you know who you are!) is greatly appreciated. The next morning, I took a trip over to Arlington National Cemetery to visit my father, who is buried there. Arlington is one of the most peaceful, beautiful places in the country. I stayed with him for about an hour, just sitting in the grass. I took the time to walk along the areas of the fresh graves to say thank you, in my own way and pay respects to the young Soldiers, Marines, Sailors and Airmen who have given their lives in this conflict. The heartache is palpable, the mementos left there are scorchingly sad with loss. But they will always have the thanks and gratitude from those of us who understand Freedom is not Free.
As I drove north, I decided to visit the old Cheltenham Naval Communication Station, just a few miles from Andrews AFB where I had gone as a kid to welcome a plane load of Vietnam POW's home. My dad had been the Executive Officer on the base, and I thought I might go on the abandoned base and maybe see my old house...as I drove down the access road towards the little shack that used to house an avuncular civilian security contractor whom everyone on the base called "Pop" Soule, I saw that the shack was gone, replaced by a huge glass security area. To my right, I passed a sign that said "Department of Homeland Security Federal Training Center" (or something like that)
As I hesitantly pulled up to the gate, the security guard slid open the glass and eyeballed me.
"I lived here on this base as a kid...and thought I might come back and take a few pictures of my old house...but...that's probably not going to happen today, is it?" I said.
I saw the corners of his mouth twitch a little, and he said, not unkindly, "No, I don't think so." So I just did a U-Turn and drove away, wondering if my license plate was being recorded...:)
They always say you cannot go home again. On this day, at least, that was true. But I know that the next time I go visit the DC Freepers, it WILL be like going home again. And I plan on bring a few more Massachusetts residents with me, so everyone will know we aren't ALL danged Yankee liberals up here!
(Again, a special thanks again to TROOPRALLY (yes..both of you) and KRISTINN. You folks are just plain quality!)
THANK YOU.
Good job, from one New England freeper to another.
Thanks really should go to you for driving all the way down here to join us.
Words can't describe the feeling when the buses pull up to the corners and we see the faces of the wounded troops and their loved ones, reading our signs, they and us looking at each other through the windows, smiling and waving, and saying "Thank you" to each other.
God has Blessed us with the very best men and women He has, to defend us from our enemies.
We owe them everything.
Thank you for coming down here to salute them with us.
Code Pinkos at Walter Reed are a despicable lot but I am so grateful to the great Freepers who combat this with their support
Wonderful report,rlmorel..Thank you for joining in and honoring our troops.
Thanks for posting your account of the FReep rlmorel, it is a moving piece.
You did great! Thank you so much for representing all of us from FRee Republic so well.
I can confirm your experience. We drove down from Ohio in June. From reading the AAR's I knew this was a close group. How would they feel about people just showing up? Just as you were, we were welcomed with open arms. Can't think of a time ever, that I was so comfortable with a new group of people. FReepers Rock!
WEll done bookmark!
What an extraordinary post, rlmorel. Your words really fill in the gaps of my rather factual reporting, explaining to others who might consider coming out with us what it feels like to be there.
You were a wonderful addition. You will be with us even more in spirit now that we know you, and you know what it's like on the street! It was great to meet you face-to-face after having encountered you online many times before. Thank you so much for taking the time (and spending the gas money!) to be with us, and God bless you!
Thanks so much for your report! It was great of you to drive all that way to join us and share in the experience that is unique to Walter Reed. It's fun to be surprised when you don't know who will show up from out of town, especially in the summer when vacations bring FReepers from all over the country. I still consider myself "new", but I can say that I have met some of the nicest people FReeping.
There's an old saying that I've heard, "You just haven't FReeped, 'til you FReeped with the DC Chapter!"
Thanks for coming to join us, we look forward to seeing you again soon.
your post #44 was absolutely awesome. Thank you.
Thank you.
#44 what a wonderful post. I can't go from Texas but I am working on sending a friend who lives in the DC area.
She is horrified about what Code Pink is doing and desperate to show her kids that some people love their Country. She needs to know some conservatives, so look for "the Bat Lady's friend" to be coming soon.