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    I was with the Women's Action Coalition, a large group of artists and activists in NYC. We had a drum corp, and we went down to the Republican Convention in Texas where WAC had a chapter. We taught the women to play drums, and then our 30+-person drum corp did clinic defense.

    Operation Rescue and their leader, Randall Terry, would show up at the clinics to protest, and Randall would have tv crews looking to interview him, but our drumming was so loud, he had to go around the corner and couldn't get interviewed with a good photo op of standing with his group.

    We drove them nuts. And some of the kids that came with them would be dancing to our drums.

    Plus, we were dressed in fishnet stockings, boots, camouflage shorts and hats, various t-shirts, and wore a long strand of fake, plastic pearls. And we drummed joyously, smiling and laughing at their taunts and jeers, which we couldn't hear over the drumming.

    If they tried to get closer to us to yell louder, we'd move on them enmasse, still drumming, sometimes being able to surround a few of them and keep drumming and laughing.

    We met their angry, twisted faces with joyful faces, and we didn't stop drumming. They'd leave to go to another clinic, and we'd get in our cars and show up right after they did.

    We didn't have to say a word. Our drums and laughing faces said it all. We drove them nuts.

    "If religion is the opiate of the masses, then fundamentalism is the amphetamine." Miz Vittitow

    by MillieNeon on Sat Feb 19, 2011 at 06:36:09 AM PST

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