Frida Berrigan

Frida Berrigan, a columnist for WagingNonviolence.org, serves on the board of the War Resisters League and organizes with Witness Against Torture.

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Monday, December 8, 2014 - 3:15pm
How I Will Prepare My White Son for the Interactions He Won’t Have with Police
“I’m a mother of three children, two of which are black boys. I fear for the lives of my sons. My daughter, my youngest, is six years old. When she looks at a police officer, she’s afraid. She’s not looking at them as somebody who’s there to protect and serve her.” That’s what a woman named Rodrice...
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Sunday, November 2, 2014 - 9:15am
Beware the Fear Industrial Complex
Be Afraid. Be very afraid. That is the message to moms (and dads too, but they tend not to be as susceptible ). Be afraid of strangers, as well as friends and family too. Be afraid of bugs and dirt outside, and snot and germs inside. Be afraid of cars and bikes and motorcycles and anything with...
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Saturday, October 11, 2014 - 11:30am
Operation Kid Freedom: Making Our Communities Safe for Children to Take Risks
When I was little, I loved going to the library with my brother. It was in an old mansion across a street and up a steep hill about 200 yards from our house. We would set out on our own with our due-back books — big kids on the way to the library. There we would read, chat with the librarians, hang...
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Sunday, April 20, 2014 - 9:00am
Solidarity and Social Change in Aisle 5
The girl behind the checkout counter at Shop Rite sighed deeply and pushed her manager call button. A slightly older girl shuffled over wearily. “WIC,” the checkout girl said, turning the three letters that stand for Women, Infants and Children — the government-funded supplemental nutrition program...
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Saturday, February 8, 2014 - 7:15pm
Being a Stay-at-Home Mom in a World That Needs 24/7 Activists
When you are a stay-at-home mom, the world gets very small — nursing and diapers, and then when that is mastered, adding in the rest of the laundry, the bills, the dishes, the groceries and the tidying up. I almost added meals to that list, but thankfully, my husband does most of the cooking.
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Sunday, January 12, 2014 - 8:24am
Why I Keep Working to Close Guantánamo
I have a long trip ahead of me this weekend. It begins with the Shore Line East commuter train in Old Saybrook, Conn. I will transfer to the Metro-North in New Haven. From Grand Central Station in New York, my roller bag and I will walk across town to the Bolt Bus stop at 12th Avenue and 33rd Street. I’ll hop a bus to Baltimore and spend the night with my mom. Then take the MARC train — the Baltimore to Washington, D.C.
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013 - 8:47am
Christmas in Community
When my brother, sister and I were young, we would celebrate Christmas every year in Syracuse, N.Y. with my dad’s older brother and his family. It was a six-hour drive, often in the snow.
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Sunday, September 8, 2013 - 8:58am
The Ultimate Loaded Question: What’s for Dinner?
Right now, my son is grinding stale Cheerios into a fine powder with the bottom of his sippy cup. He is also mushing banana into water he has poured on his tray to make a nice pudding that he will no doubt pour on the floor. Welcome to the toddler trattoria.
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Sunday, August 4, 2013 - 1:42pm
Saying No To Your Tiny Techie
I am old school. I got my first cell phone in 2003 and have not upgraded since. It is a flip phone that makes and receives calls, and sends and accepts text messages. Supposedly it has a camera, but I don’t know how it works.
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Friday, July 19, 2013 - 2:33pm
At Least I Have My Health
I never really thought all that much about health care. We didn’t have any while we were growing up. Our parents and community depended on doctor friends for care and prescriptions. Lee Randoll was an old school doctor who made house calls, prescribed aspirin for most ailments and convinced our parents not to get our tonsils taken out. He carried an old fashioned doctor bag and was tall and lean. When Lee retired and later died, we went to the poor people’s clinic a few miles away. I remember being shocked when the doctor asked me if I was sexually active.
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