On the return from my weekend escape in San Antonio, I was able to briefly swing out of the way and stop by Crawford, Texas, and the site of Cindy Sheehan’s “Camp Casey.” You just may have heard of them — seems they’ve been in the news a little of late. As I promised last night, here is my photoblogging of my little adventure.
I want to note that yesterday was a relatively quiet day, especially compared to the hubbub just the day before when Rev. Al Sharpton and president-of-television-land Martin Sheen stopped by to lend their support to Cindy, she of bottomless and rather public grief for a brave son. Also in the mix Saturday were more than three thousand who rolled into town to express their opposition to Cindy’s defeatist stance. Believe you me, Sunday was much more serene, with Sharpton having long since sped away from this quaint piece of small-town Texas.
Our visit started in downtown Crawford. Prominent on the scene was the store front of the Yellow Rose (as with all photos to follow, click to enlarge).
Just a week before, the store had been evacuated because of a bomb threat.
On the street-facing south side of the Yellow Rose, a sign had been hung for Proclaim Liberty.us.
Did you note the subtle vandalism? Here’s a closer look.
Ah, yes, a nice little Hitler moustache has been cut out of the picture. How very clever. And just what is the Proclaim Liberty site? Just the website of the travelling Liberty Bell tribute on display in front of the Yellow Rose. How very Naziesque.
All around downtown Crawford, there were displays of support for President Bush, the troops and the war efforts.
Support from bikers.
Support from a trucker.
Even support from twins.
There was a small contingent of opposition to the president on one corner.
They apparently had some unwelcome Protest Warrior accompaniment.
On the north side of the Yellow Rose, in a small vacant lot, a handful of displays and tents can be found. As I wandered into the area, a man approached me and quietly sought to engage me in conversation. He humbly introduced himself and I was taken aback. The site, now dubbed Fort Qualls, is the result of the efforts of the man who stood before me, Gary Qualls, a Gold Star parent like Cindy Sheehan. The Gold Star is where the similarities end, however. Ft. Qualls came about after Mr. Qualls grew tired of quietly trying to prevent the Sheehan crowd’s efforts to exploit his son’s death. After repeatedly removing crosses with his son’s name from the “Camp Casey” displays, Mr. Qualls decided to express his opinion a little more openly.
Mr. Quall’s objective is two-fold: to honor his son’s wishes by supporting the efforts for which his Marine son voluntarily fought and unfortunately paid the ultimate sacrifice, and to pay an honorable and lasting tribute to his son through a memorial fund.
The sad, yet heart-warming, story behind the shirt pictured above is here.
In front of Ft. Qualls stands an updated dry-erase board that shows that other families are also tired of the usage of the memories of their fallen loved ones by the Sheehan cross-planting camp.
After leaving the Ft. Qualls site, my companions and I piled into the car and headed out of town towards the sites of the anti-war gatherings. Along the way, it was clear that the president and the military had the support of most of the neighboring residents.
Before I continue with the photoblogging, I’d like to suggest that you read this description of life at the site of Camp Casey, courtesy the Indepundit. The author spent two days on site, as opposed to my Cindy-less one hour. After you’ve read that, I hope my few photos can flesh out the feel of the tale.
Eventually, we passed the infamous original site of Camp Casey and its roadside crosses, a display that may very well be actually illegal in Texas.
The protestors at the original infestation made their views obvious — they were fighting against the fight against radical Islamist terror.
Across the road, those in support of the military efforts in Iraq expressed their opinions.
Now, on to the main site of the Sheehan insurrection. First, the field of crosses.
I can only assume that, in their efforts to honor the fallen, the protestors actually cared enough to verify that every single fallen soldier was actually a Christian. I certainly saw no sign of any of our honored dead having any other faith or lack of faith. Of course the anti-war group bothered to check that, right? After all, they’re supposedly only trying to pay honor and all that jazz.
I found the press sign-in sheet interesting. Apparently High Times digs the happening scene, though drug usage is posted as forbidden.
Funny, no press sign-in sheet at Ft. Qualls. Ah, but now we see the evidence of the difference between a man’s heart-felt outpouring and a political public relations campaign. That, and unlike Camp Casey 2, Ft. Qualls didn’t have a highspeed internet access.
There was no sign of Cindy during our brief visit. The residents of Camp Casey 2 were polite, almost in a Stepford Wives kind of way. They seem to have a recipe for protest and are following it, however chafing it must have been for the person who was chastised for throwing water at a passing car.
As we left, I admired the love of the left for bumper stickers.
I mean, we’re talking about a love of stickers, even if those stickers reinforce the love of the left for defeat, be it Texas, South Dakota or Iraq.
Oh yeah, as I left, a sculpture arrived. Cindy Sheehan is such an ispiration. I wonder what happened to that chunk of sandstone.
I want to close this by re-posting a tribute to the memory of Casey Sheehan, courtesy of Blackfive. This is a far better tribute than any I saw at his mom’s current digs.