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This is really exciting folks. Go to all if you can if for no other reason than to show them how many people out here care....From: ACLU of Arizona [mailto:grassroots@acluaz.org]
Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2011 2:53 PM
Subject: Location update: You bring your lunch. We'll bring the experts.
All lectures will be held at 3707 N. 7th Street, Suite 100, Phoenix, AZ 85014
You are invited to the ACLU of Arizona's Summer 2011 Brown Bag Lecture Series!
Who says there is nothing to do during the summer in the Valley of the Sun?
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
In Their Own Words: Enduring Abuse in Arizona Immigration Detention Centers
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Protecting What Works: Juvenile Diversion in Maricopa County
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
A Force to Be Reckoned With: Taser Use in Arizona Police Departments
All brown bag lectures will be from noon to 1 p.m.Free and open to the public. Drinks and desserts served.Seating is limited, so please make reservations by calling Mary Hope Lee at 602-650-1854 ext. 100 or by emailing info@acluaz.org.
A friend passed these lyrics on to me today in remembrance of those most forgotten from the tragedy on 9/11/2001. Grief was spoken in our country in many languages that day - and it was silenced by fear. Still is.
This is for the families of the Desaparecidos everywhere. Liberty weeps for you, too. May you someday safely bring your loved ones into our light.
Peggy Plews
Arizona Prison Watch
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If I Give Your Name
by Emmas Revolution
Mi esposa, my wife, worked on the 80th floor
The company had hired illegals before
She got the job by word of mouth
That’s the way in the north when you’re from the south
They say 3,000 but the counting’s not done
Mi esposa está muerta
Three thousand and one
I have no papers, I have no rights
All my days end in sleepless nights
Missing you, silently
If I give your name
Will they come after me?
Mi hermano, my brother, the elevator man
A doctor in our country but you take what you can
I saw the photos in Union Square
But I could not leave his picture there
They say 3,000 but that’s not true
Mi hermano no volverá
Three thousand and two
Mi hija, my daughter, went in early that day
She had always been that way
Her daughter asks, "Where did she go?"
How to tell her, I don’t know
They say 3,000 but that can’t be
Perdí a mi hija
Three thousand and three
Mi padre, my father, I have no words
I tried to find you when I heard
They gave some ashes to families
But I’ll only have the ones I breathe
They say 3,000 there’s so many more
Desaparecidos
Three thousand and four
Mi esposa, my wife. Will they come after me?
Mi hermano, my brother. Will they come after me?
Mi hija, my daughter. Will they come after me?
Mi padre, my father. If I give your name,
Will they come after me?
