Seattle, WA, USA
My husband and I joined the march (and others like it) with our young daughters, 2 and 5, one of whom perched on my husband’s shoulders shouting, “We don’t want a war,” except she couldn’t say her “r’s” so it was “We don’t want a waw.” But the message was clear. WE DIDN’T WANT THIS TO HAPPEN. The morning they dropped the bombs, I was in a small yoga class. As class ended, my teacher, knowing us as she did, allowed us to acknowledge the grief we all felt. There were no words. Just tears. Tears for the people of Iraq, tears for the fact that this was done in our name, despite our protests, tears for the powerlessness we felt to stop it. And for the future of our country, our children, our world.