Posted on 08/14/2007 4:00:15 PM PDT by kristinn
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Along with Gael Murphy and Jodie Evans, Benjamin (born Susie) launched Code Pink in 2002 as a female-led antiwar protest wing of the antiglobalization nonprofit Global Exchange, which she founded with her husband 20 years ago. The group is now independent from Global Exchange and functions as a loose national coalition of chapters, unified by weekly strategy phone calls. Code Pink's main goal is ending the Iraq war (their platform, as explained to me by Benjamin, includes a phased withdrawal taking place as soon as possible and the impeachment of Bush), but side projects have focused on bringing peace to Iran and Darfur as well. To accomplish this, the group has unfurled giant pink banners from highway overpasses, camped out in front of the White House for months, and once organized a hunger strike outside Joe Lieberman's office to protest his belligerent rhetoric toward Iran. The name originally riffed off the homeland security terror alerts, but has become, for many in Code Pink, a way of life: "I rarely see Medea out of pink," Midge Potts, a statuesque transvestite from the D.C. wing, told me.
This term, the D.C. branch of Code Pink has become increasingly prominent at Hill events, and their tactics have evolved as well. Potts, who at the Tillman hearings was wearing a pink miniskirt and sandals along with a pink foam crown that read, "No Blood for Oil," offered an example of Code Pink's ability to stay, literally, in the picture: During a Senate Armed Services hearing to confirm Admiral Michael Mullin as the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Potts, who isn't allowed to attend hearings after an arrest in February, watched the proceedings on C-Span from home. She couldn't see any of the Code Pink women's signs or crowns, but she noticed Benjamin's shoe in the top left of the frame when the camera was on Mullins. So she texted Benjamin to put her sign down at her feet, and that little square of pink is visible on the C-Span tape right over the Admiral's right shoulder. "They surprise us sometimes," Potts said of the committee aides, "but we surprise them a lot."
Code Pink's tactics are confrontational, but not (always) alienating. Their congenial relationship with John Murtha made news in March after Murtha convinced the Capitol Hill police not to arrest Benjamin after she disrupted a hearing. "Murtha called the sergeant-at-arms and said, 'This is not a police state. This is a democracy. You will not arrest this woman for speaking out in a hearing,'" Benjamin said. After one hearing, I saw Representative Maxine Waters take a photo with a group of Code Pinkers. Later, Waters told me: "I really appreciate the work that they're doing on this war in Iraq...They may get on some people's nerves, but they don't get on my nerves. As a matter of fact, I rather like them."
Group members have even bonded with their natural enemies, the Capitol Hill police department. While Benjamin and Desiree Fairooz, a grandmother and former school-teacher and librarian who cashed out her retirement fund to join Code Pink in D.C., were leaving the House office building, a plainclothes cop stopped to chat. He and Benjamin talked for almost 15 minutes, Benjamin remembering that a member of his squadron had just got married and asking after his children. Another cop came up to Hourican before the oversight hearing to apologize for arresting her the day before. "Yeah, they often bring us little gifts, we bring them gifts, we share books, we share interesting articles we find," Benjamin said of the Capitol Hill police, sounding bemused. "We give them lots of t-shirts." (A spokeswoman for the Capitol said that Code Pink was "generally cooperative" when arrested.)
At the end of a grueling day of hectoring lawmakers, Code Pink members retire to a spacious Northeast D.C. home with five bedrooms, a winding staircase, several fireplaces, a large bay window in the back living room--and pink bedsheets, curtains, posters, stuffed animals, and flowerpots ("It gets pinker and pinker as time goes on," said Benjamin.). This is the Code Pink house, half Legally Blonde-style sorority and half radical boot camp, housing up to 22 activists at a time. The group pays $2200 a month in rent; the money comes partly from donations, partly from a "suggested" rent of $150-300 per activist per month.
The house's huge basement, which Benjamin calls the "Fuchsia Factory," is where Code Pink gets its color. It is filled with shelves and boxes of art supplies, make up, and a Vegas dancer's lifetime supply of costumes and accessories: pink doctor's outfits, pink police costumes, pink parasols that open up with slogans ("We often go out on the water with those," said Benjamin), tutus and pompoms for when they do "radical cheerleaders," pink gowns with sashes like "I Miss Liberty," pink slips (it's a joke), constitutions to pin on your clothes, pink hula hoops, tambourines and make-shift noisemakers (most involving frying pans), huge bobble heads of Bush, Cheney, and Condi, and a foam Nationals hand that someone wrapped pink electrical tape around and painted black fingernails on. Everything in the basement (like everything in the whole house) is neatly labeled with more pink tape, and there are slogans and facts posted everywhere, along with more typical group house notations: "Fund Health Care Not War," "3660 Soldiers Dead," "No Peace No Pussy," "Mess up the basement and we'll non-violently slap you."
"I miss my husband, I miss my kids, I miss my home, but I really love the camaraderie of a group house," Benjamin told me, as we sat on a couch in the house's central living room, decorated with a pink painting of a peace sign and pink gauzy curtains. The group's two interns, Ina and January, both teenagers, were in the kitchen cooking fried rice and potatoes for dinner. "There's an amazingly--it might sound corny, but a very loving feeling in the house," Benjamin went on. "People really take good care of each other."
Code Pink's enemies don't get such sympathetic treatment. In one hearing, I heard two Senate committee aides call Code Pink "the worst" and describe an incident when a group of Code Pink women chased down a another staffer, calling her a "little Nazi," and made her cry. (Benjamin says she's heard about this incident but doesn't know anything about it herself.) Once, I witnessed Code Pink's righteous fury firsthand. After the oversight committee hearings, Lori Perdue, a compact brunette Air Force veteran from Indiana, confronted Representative Dana Rohrabacher, a California Republican, on the congressional subway platform. Rohrabacher had told protesters at a House Foreign Affairs Subcommittee hearing on renditions on April 17th that, if another terrorist attack happened, "I hope it's your families that suffer the consequences." Rushing as close to the subway as she could legally get, Perdue thrust her teenage daughter, Lindsay, a delicate girl in a pink t-shirt and jeans, at the flustered congressman. "You want my family to suffer the consequences? Here she is! You want her to suffer the consequences?" Rohrabacher and his aides cast her a terrified look and bolted for the train, and Lori walked away, looking satisfied. Later, Lindsay, who arrived in D.C. just a few days before, told me, "I'm just starting to not be nervous."
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During the hearing, the three women continuously switched places to make sure their crowns and Benjamin's Rove mask got into the camera, following Pott's texted directions on Benjamin's pink cell phone. Gael Murphy and January the intern slipped in at the back a bit later, Murphy relatively unobtrusive in a white jacket covered with Code Pink pins, and January in a "Pink Police" shirt and hat that, along with her skirt, sensible shoes, and panty hose, made her look like a Mary Kay meter maid. Senator Patrick Leahy shushed them a couple of times and the committee aides loomed over them defensively, but the only major disturbance came when Murphy's cell phone went off, playing the "1812 Overture," and Leahy asked her to take it outside. As the women sat in their seats, a newspaper journalist at the press table nodded at the group and whispered to her neighbor, "If I had a son in Iraq, I'd be there with them."
Postngs from TNR need a “Body Condom Needed Alert” tag after the title.
Can I say I hate these people? Is that crimethink?
That seems almost obscene.
There is this big, nasty, old pink hippie van next to one of the dual Code Pink HQs (SF-Albany) out here. It has all this madly scrawled hand sprayed / painted Bush Derangement Syndrome blather covering every square inch of the exterior. My wife, who, while not an active Freeper is one in spirit, saw it and said, simply, “they are crazy people!” Yup!
Code Pinko
“Yeah, they often bring us little gifts, we bring them gifts,
My experiences with Code Pink have led me to believe that they are incredabily grouchy and half a bubble off plumb...they give the phrase “withered old sour prunes” new meaning.
2. On the US Capitol Police: While Benjamin and Desiree Fairooz, a grandmother and former school-teacher and librarian who cashed out her retirement fund to join Code Pink in D.C., were leaving the House office building, a plainclothes cop stopped to chat. He and Benjamin talked for almost 15 minutes, Benjamin remembering that a member of his squadron had just got married and asking after his children.
3. On Code Pink's tactics on the Hill: In one hearing, I heard two Senate committee aides call Code Pink "the worst" and describe an incident when a group of Code Pink women chased down a another staffer, calling her a "little Nazi," and made her cry. (Benjamin says she's heard about this incident but doesn't know anything about it herself.)
4. On the MSM: As the women sat in their seats, a newspaper journalist at the press table nodded at the group and whispered to her neighbor, "If I had a son in Iraq, I'd be there with them."
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Now for my comments...
1. John Murtha gives more respect and more leniency to Medea Benjamin, a real, live terrorist-supporting communist xxxx, than he does our military.
2. The New Republic's crack reporting team is at it again; maybe not writing the lies themselves, but publishing the lies of their idealogical comrades. And doing a very crappy job of it. Squadron? The US Capitol Police are grouped in squadrons?!
How stupid does one have to be to work at the New Republic?
3. Medea Benjamin never has any knowledge of the physical and assaults her group perpetrates - even when she participates in them personally.
Lying has become second nature to her.
Does anyone wonder if the New Republic would give a similar free pass to anyone working on the side of the USA?
I don't think so, either.
4. If number 4, above, is not a flat-out made-up statement, it's probably been re-worded from the original statement - which probably went something like this: "If I hadn't aborted all my children and one of those abortees had been a son, and had been in Iraq, I'd be there with them."
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The New Republic, John Murtha, Medea Benjamin, Maxine Waters and the rest of them are beneath contempt, and should not even be pi##ed-on if they catch on fire.
Yes, citizen, to hate Code Pink is to commit thoughtcrime.
The Thought Police will be along shortly. Please be at your registered address so as to save rounding up time.
(Honestly, it looks like, to these TNR people, that a stranger is merely a friend they haven’t met yet).
Me, I keep the ol’ `assault rifle’ cleaned and well-oiled.
;^)
July 19, 2007
To Fallujah’s Terrorists, With Love From Code Pink Via Henry Waxman
http://www.hyscience.com/archives/2007/07/to_fallujahs_te.php
Be careful, Medea Benjamin is one of Bill O'Reilly's favorite guests. And she's a woman so Harold Ford might get upset too.
I could only compare them to communists.
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Code Pink was founded by a hardcore communist sympathizer, Medea Benjamin. She was a propaganda whore for Castro and brought in Cindy Sheehan for Iraq.
See www.frontpagemagazine.com, “Discoverthenetwork” section for good documentation on Benjamin and Code Pink and Global Exchange.
They work with communist coalitions from NION to The World Can’t Wait and the Workers World Party protests.
Code Pink is Red, pure and simple.
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