New York, NY
I was a volunteer with United for Peace and Justice, I spent days handing out flyers beforehand (and getting yelled at by people who said ‘we want war!’) and then the whole day I was selling buttons and hats etc in the street to make money for the organizers. After we ran out of merchandise, people kept stuffing money in our bag as donations. I was giving away hundreds of blue ribbons on safety pins that I had spent days making. My team and I walked from 86th st. to 57th st. on 1st Ave. It was soooo cold but so many people came out! The police were so hostile, they all believed the lie that Iraq was in on 9/11 so they looked at us like we were defending the people who killed their friends. But the atmosphere was electric, it was incredible. People of all ages, all the old hippies came out! And came from far away, hours away. But we had to, we knew it was wrong. Some friends of mine said the couldn’t believe I went out there that day to ‘protect Saddam Hussein’ but 13 years later, they have had to admit they were wrong. I’ve never been prouder to have been a part of something.