Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
This is from the Jackson Hole Daily, May 15, 2015:
CHEYENNE (AP) --- A Nevada reverend and an anti-abortion group have filed a civil rights lawsuit against the town of Jackson [Wyoming], claiming his civil rights were violated when police arrested him during a 2011 protest on the Town Square.
The Rev. Chester E. Gallagher, of Las Vegas, and Operation Save America filed the suit Wednesday in U.S. District Court in Cheyenne. They name the town and former police Lt. Robert Gilliam as defendants.
Jackson police arrested Gallagher after town officials secured a state court order barring him and other protesters from appearing on the square.
Their 2011 abortion protest was the same weekend as ElkFest, the annual event that features a Boy Scout auction of elk antlers.
The town and other entities last year paid $225, 000 to settle an earlier federal lawsuit filed by Mark Holick, a pastor with Spirit One Christian Ministries in Wichita, Kansas, who also was arrested at the 2011 protest.
Lawyer Jack Edwards is representing Gallagher and Operation Save America after representing Holick.
Edwards said Thursday that he sees important constitutional principles at stake. When people expose views that others may find offensive, "that's the time when law enforcement has to go out there and protect these people, and protect their rights to voice their opinions in the marketplace," he said.
The anti-abortion protesters who came to Jackson in 2011 had stationed themselves around town and displayed pictures, including some showing aborted fetuses. The protesters had targeted Jackson because a local physician was the only one in the state who had been open about his willingness to perform abortions as part of his medical practice.
The Wyoming Supreme Court ruled in 2012 that the lower court order banning anti-abortion protesters from the Town Square violated protesters' rights. The protesters weren't alerted in advance that the town had requested the court order.
"I really have a hard time seeing how they can defend against the unconstitutional actions of the Jackson Police Department in May of 2011," Edwards said.
A receptionist for Audrey Cohen-Davis said she was not aware of any change in town policies as a result of Holick's federal lawsuit. She said anti-abortion protesters got a permit to be on the square the year after their initial visit.
Cohen-Davis said last year the town's action to settle Holick's lawsuit was the result of a business decision by its insurance carrier.
[Ben Neary, Associated Press]
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Monday, April 20, 2015
A few days ago, a friend of mine gave me a book to read. She told me that the Lord wanted me to read this book. The title is GUNS UP! by Johnnie M. Clark. I finished reading it yesterday; it is very good.
GUNS UP! is about an eighteen-year-old Marine (Johnnie Clark) and his experience of fighting in the jungles of Vietnam in 1968. Johnnie Clark received the Silver Star, three Purple Hearts, the Vietnamese Cross of Gallantry with Palm, the Civil Action Combat Medal and the Marine Combat Ribbon. Here is an excerpt from pages 245-246:
A single Phantom swept over the tree line. At least three AKs opened up on the low-flying jet.
"How could anybody live through that?" I asked.
Another Phantom streaked across the tree line, strafing it with .20 millimeter cannons. Then a third Phantom swept low over the trees, releasing two more napalm bombs. The hungry flames rolled over the area, eating everything they touched. We ducked down from the blast of the heat. Still, it made me gasp for air. Once the wave had passed, I peeked over our tree. Another burning man ran from the scorching tree line. I pulled the M60 butt to my shoulder and walked a quick stream of tracers into him. He dropped to the ground in a smoldering heap.
The Phantoms made strafing passes all around our scattered perimeter, then disappeared high into the blue sky. The right flank lit up with heavy small-arms fire, popping and cracking like a string of firecrackers. Suddenly it stopped. All was quiet now except for the crackling flames to our front.
"Choppers! We got choppers comin' in.! Give em' cover!" someone shouted from the center of the perimeter.
Red smoke swirled like crimson fog from the CP. Two Huey gunships banked sharply around the perimeter. I fired a short stream of tracers at the smoking tree line. The Hueys circled twice, firing M60s. A green and black CH-46 helicopter drifted down to the center of the perimeter. A large nylon net bulging with boxes of ammo and C-rations swung heavily suspended by a long, taut cable under the double-rotored chopper. Cracking AKs opened up from the surrounding bush. The CH-46 hovered over the red smoke, preparing to drop the sorely needed supplies. The chopper swung in an erratic circle. I could see the pilot bend over and the copilot leaning over him frantically struggling to right the craft.
An enemy machine gun opened up on our right flank. Green tracers flying high across the perimeter zeroed in on the spinning helicopter. At the same time another volley of AK fire opened up from the left flank.
"Guns up! Guns up! Guns up!" The calls came from the right flank. I grabbed the gun. Chan grabbed the ammo. We jumped to our feet and darted toward the right of the perimeter. A blooper gun opened up on the bush ahead. It was Sam. The entire perimeter was in the open. I could see prone Marines spread on line firing into the bush on the flank.
We ran toward the voice. I could see Swift Eagle. flat on his stomach, pointing at the flash of an enemy gun one hundred meters straight ahead. The engine of the crippled chopper began palpitating. I dove to the right of Swift Eagle; an instant later Chan belly-flopped to my right and began feeding the gun. I opened up on the enemy gun flash. Orange tracers glanced off a bump in the terrain. I stood up, firing the M60 from the shoulder like a rifle. "Get down!" someone shouted from the left. My orange tracers spiraled in on the enemy flash. The flash stopped as a pith helmet flew into the air, then floated to the ground like a Frisbee. I hit the ground. Sand and rocks kicked up around me from incoming AK fire.
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Friday, April 10, 2015
Last month I was hitchhiking east on U.S. 12 near Dayton, Washington. This guy pulled over in his pickup and gave me a ride all the way to Kooskia, Idaho. His name was Larry and he was a Christian. We had very good fellowship.
We were driving close to Clarkston, Washington when he asked me if I needed anything. I told him that I could use a new pair of pants. So we went to this store and Larry bought me a pair of paints and some other clothes. He then took me out to eat and drove me all the way to Kooskia (which was way out of his way). He gave me a hundred-dollar bill and I was able to get a motel room for the next two nights. I was very grateful.
After I stayed in Kooskia, I hitchhiked into Montana.
Here is an email from Larry that I received earlier today:
"I called Gene after I saw you. He didn't know of anyone wanting work, but we had a nice visit. He told me I should buy your books which I was planning on it anyway. I've read the paper back [High Plains Drifter] and my son is reading it. I am going to read the other one soon too. I picked up a hitch hiker today by Umatilla and took him to Biggs near The Dalles [Oregon]. I gave him $50.00. He was pretty teary and appreciative. When I got saved it was a week after I turned 21. I'm 64 now. I use to do quite a bit of soul winning back then. I feel like I dropped the ball today and was supposed to at least explain the plan of salvation to the hiker today. I asked God to bring some one across his path that doesn't drop the ball. I really think after spending time with you I have a lot more compassion and maybe I am supposed to stop and smell the coffee instead of going a hundred miles per hour with my business. I can't put my finger on it, but I think something is up. I hope to see you again some time. Your friend in Christ. Larry."
Book Review: High Plains Drifter