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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Friday, February 5, 2016 - 1:45pm
Time Spent in Guantánamo is Time No One Gets Back — Whether Soldier or Prisoner
I love my local paper. The Day is locally owned and based right in downtown New London, Connecticut. They publish an actual, physical newspaper every single day and have a first rate photo department. Their news pages feature a mix of national and international articles from The New York Times and...
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Wednesday, December 23, 2015 - 9:30am
Kids’ Questions on a Lockdown Planet
"What did you do at school today, Seamus?" It’s a question I ask him everyday. "Well," my proud preschooler begins, "we did not have a lockdown drill today." And that’s about as far as he gets in the art of storytelling. Sometimes I'll get something about "bim" (gym) or how "Bambi" (Jeremy) pinched...
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Saturday, December 19, 2015 - 10:45am
Why I went to Guantánamo, Again
I have the world’s worst hair cut. It is uneven, hacked and does nothing to flatter my features. For the first few days after I cut it, my hair was also super dirty, sticking straight up with a Pomade of bug spray, sunscreen and Cuban dirt. While so many in the United States were being driven to...
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Saturday, November 21, 2015 - 9:45am
Cutting Through the Helplessness of the Refugee Crisis
Fences. Barbed wire. Plexiglass riot shields. Refugee camps. Unanswered questions. Terror. Roiling seas in flimsy boats. Waiting. Fear. Walking. Huddled in wet, cold fields with no shelter and no certainty about what tomorrow brings. This and so much more is the experience of refugees fleeing the...
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Tuesday, October 6, 2015 - 10:45am
Parenting on the Brink: Wrestling With Fears Too Big to Name
Madeline is in the swing, her face the picture of delight. “Mo, mo,” she cries and kicks her legs to show me that she wants me to push her higher and faster. I push, and push, and push with both hands. There is no thought in my head except for her joy. I’m completely present in this moment. It’s...
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Saturday, May 9, 2015 - 8:45am
Echoes of the original Mother’s Day Proclamation at home and abroad
“From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says ‘Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.’” Julia Ward Howe wrote these words 145 years ago, just after the end of the U.S. Civil War. Her proclamation calling for mothers of all nations to come...
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Saturday, May 2, 2015 - 12:30pm
Baltimore is Burning—Not Just in Flames, But With a Righteous Anger
Baltimore is my home town — the birth place of Jonah House, a Christian nonviolent resistance community founded by my parents, Phil Berrigan and Elizabeth McAlister. Those places that the whole world is seeing “going crazy” on the news? They are my geography, my history, who I am. Baltimore is many...
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Tuesday, March 10, 2015 - 2:00pm
Uncle Pentagon: Growing Up in the Shadow of the American War State
The Pentagon loomed so large in my childhood that it could have been another member of my family. Maybe a menacing uncle who doled out put-downs and whacks to teach us lessons or a rich, dismissive great-aunt intent on propriety and good manners. Whatever the case, our holidays were built around...
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Sunday, March 8, 2015 - 8:30am
Am I Still a Rebellious Mom If I Use Disposable Diapers?
I have a confession to make. I am hardly using cloth diapers any more. There it is. I said it out loud. It feels good to get this off my chest. I should go on. There are worse things in the world to be guilty of, but I feel pretty lousy about this. Our household is so good about trash. Between...
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Saturday, January 10, 2015 - 9:30am
How’s a Busy Mom Supposed to Find the Time to Protest Guantánamo?
This is how it starts. I am sitting on the floor in the living room. My son Seamus — a two-and-a-half-year-old — is cuddled in my lap. I am talking to my sister on the phone and then, suddenly, I am covered in vomit. “Ah, Kate. I am going to have to call you back. Seamus just hurled all over me.” I...
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