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For Me, Torture is Personal

3 months ago

Rally: DOW Chemicals | Facebook

Please join Amnesty International to rally on Tuesday (24th) outside DOW Chemicals in Washington DC to urge them to respect a Criminal Summons for Bhopal Chemical leak deaths. The Court have summoned DOW to appear on July 4, 2014 for a hearing in Bhopal, India.

3 months ago

International Day in Support of Survivors of Torture Action | Facebook

Join Amnesty International as we fight to #StopTorture and bring #ReparationsNow to survivors or torture and their families. If you are near DC on June 26, join us as we rally for this cause.

3 months ago - 1

International Day of Victims and Survivors of Torture Action | Facebook

Join AIUSA’s Mid-Atlantic Office in DC on June 26 to stand up and STOP TORTURE!

3 months ago - 1

End Violence Against Women and Girls

#Sexualviolence in conflict is London Global Summit @end_svc focus this week, @amnesty agrees its #TimeToAct #endGBV http://bit.ly/1liu59h 

@AmbassadorPower, make sure @OMBPresssubmits request to Congress for @UNPeacekeeping mission in #CARcrisis NOW.  http://bit.ly/1hkcYEI

Join 20+ NGOs in urging @JohnKerry & @OMBPress to submit a budget request for the #CARcrisis: http://bit.ly/1hkcYEIcc: @BetterWorldOrg

Take Action on Military Crackdown in Thailand

Link to send a message directly to the Thai general: http://amnestyusa.org/ThaiCrackdown #amnesty

bringbackourgirls:

They say a mother’s hands are meant to love and hold; consoling and strengthening her child’s in times of need, and that a father’s hands are meant to love and protect, but it’s hard to do that when cowards steal the children away and the only person who can help bring them back refuses to acknowledge the situation, while the children face things God never wanted Man to face the parents, the families, have no choice but to sit and wait, they pray and cry the same four words in a monotonous routine because they’re afraid that if even one second is wasted in inaction it will all be for naught,
Bring Back Our Girls,
Their tears will form puddles and in their helplessness they’ll wonder if their girls are seeing similar puddles,
Similar in size but different in content because salty water would be crimson blood,
They’ll pray that no hurt or harm comes to them but as the ticks and tocks of life’s unyielding clock go by they’ll grow weary, 
Tick, Weariness transforms into sadness,
Tock, Sadness becomes anger
Tick, tock
This anger is burning scorn into the hearts of all and it’s spreading, Anger at the Boko Haram, Anger at themselves, Even anger at the girls for not seeing the danger in the unknown, but mostly it’ll be anger at those who did nothing,
The ones who sat in large oval rooms and debated for months on end while their girls were lost to the world but found in the trade, the ones who govern their country but are too afraid to protect it, these are the ones who will feel their wrath,
Bring Back Our Girls, It’s no longer simply a plea to God and it cannot fall on deaf ears, Take action and right the wrongs that have been left unsolved for far too long
Bring Back Our Girls 
Bring Back Our Girls (Poem by: Lindsey Miller on behalf of Jack and Jill of America, West Suburban Chicago Chapter)

bringbackourgirls:

They say a mother’s hands are meant to love and hold; consoling and strengthening her child’s in times of need, and that a father’s hands are meant to love and protect, but it’s hard to do that when cowards steal the children away and the only person who can help bring them back refuses to acknowledge the situation, while the children face things God never wanted Man to face the parents, the families, have no choice but to sit and wait, they pray and cry the same four words in a monotonous routine because they’re afraid that if even one second is wasted in inaction it will all be for naught,

Bring Back Our Girls,

Their tears will form puddles and in their helplessness they’ll wonder if their girls are seeing similar puddles,

Similar in size but different in content because salty water would be crimson blood,

They’ll pray that no hurt or harm comes to them but as the ticks and tocks of life’s unyielding clock go by they’ll grow weary,

Tick, Weariness transforms into sadness,

Tock, Sadness becomes anger

Tick, tock

This anger is burning scorn into the hearts of all and it’s spreading, Anger at the Boko Haram, Anger at themselves, Even anger at the girls for not seeing the danger in the unknown, but mostly it’ll be anger at those who did nothing,

The ones who sat in large oval rooms and debated for months on end while their girls were lost to the world but found in the trade, the ones who govern their country but are too afraid to protect it, these are the ones who will feel their wrath,

Bring Back Our Girls, It’s no longer simply a plea to God and it cannot fall on deaf ears, Take action and right the wrongs that have been left unsolved for far too long

Bring Back Our Girls

Bring Back Our Girls (Poem by: Lindsey Miller on behalf of Jack and Jill of America, West Suburban Chicago Chapter)