Frida Berrigan

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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"The country -- if it even exists as the United States of America decades from now when they’re adults -- will undoubtedly still be waging war across the planet." (Photo: Angus Chan/flickr/cc) Views
Monday, January 08, 2018
'Do Kids Die, Mom?: Parenting in a World on Fire
As a mother and an activist, here’s what I’ve concluded as 2018 begins: it’s getting harder and harder to think about the future -- at least in that soaring Whitney Houston fashion. You know the song: “I believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way...” These days,...
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Tuesday, October 24, 2017
How Can We Turn Military Spending into a Budget for the People?
Connecticut is the only state in the union that does not have a budget, and the state’s bills are being paid in emergency supplementals — or going past due. The state is budget-less, so my town of New London — one of its smaller urban communities — doesn’t have a budget either. That means a hiring...
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Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Feeling Not Quite So Hopeless in a World on the Skids
In the wake of Donald Trump’s inauguration, George Orwell’s 1984 soared onto bestseller lists , as did Sinclair Lewis’s It Can’t Happen Here and Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale , which also hit TV screens in a storm of publicity. Zombies, fascists, and predators of every sort are now stalking...
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Saturday, April 08, 2017
Why Tax Resistance Under Trump Needs Its Antiwar Edge
There have always been fights about taxes — stretching back to the crates of over-taxed tea tossed into the Boston Harbor and a thoughtful man’s night in jail for refusing to pay taxes in the slave-holding state of Massachusetts. This country’s long history of tax resistance stretches from the...
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Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Preparing for the Long Haul Under the Trump Administration
By now, my inchoate hopes that our nation will just wake up from the bad dream of Trump — or even more remotely that he’ll be impeached by a radicalized Congress — have turned to dust and floated away. He seems here to stay, and I need to figure out how to stay human, stay upright, with him in the...
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Thursday, February 16, 2017
Loving America and Resisting Trump: The New Patriotism
So reality has inexorably, inescapably penetrated my life. It didn’t take long. Yes, Donald Trump is actually the president of the United States. In that guise, in just his first weeks in office, he’s already declared war on language, on loving, on people who are different from him -- on the kind...
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Saturday, December 24, 2016
Why My Family Turns Our Christmas Tree Into a Political Statement
I picked up a call from an unfamiliar local number. It was someone organizing to give toys to needy families. “We picked your family,” she said happily. I stumbled and stuttered over myself a little as I tried to be gracious while also clear: We do not need or want the beautifully wrapped, ready-...
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Saturday, November 12, 2016
Confessions of a Lifelong White House Protester
Like the rest of the world, I woke up to the nightmare of a President Trump on Wednesday. But the first noise I heard that morning was the laughter of my daughters Rosena and Madeline — that quiet early morning gurgle of giggles that sisters make without even thinking, that delight of being alive...
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Sunday, September 18, 2016
Movements Need Imagination, Which Is Why I’m Not Buying My Kids Any More Toys
“Mine!” “No. It’s mine!!” They keep this “conversation” going for a while before there is a screech and a wail. “Figure out a way to share it,” I call from the other room. “Madeline,” says four-year-old Seamus, who puts on a very reasonable and emphatic voice with his two-year-old sister. “I want...
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Monday, August 01, 2016
"Pow, Pow, Yous Are Dead!"
It was a beautiful evening and the kids -- Madeline, two; Seamus, almost four; and Rosena, nine -- were running across a well-tended town green. Seamus pointed his rainbow flag with the feather handle at his sisters and “pow-powed” them, calling out, “Yous are dead now, guys. I shot yous.” Madeline...
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