Twenty six years ago we were camped on BLM land within sight of Whiskey Pete’s across the California-Nevada border.
The Great Peace March for Global Nuclear Disarmament, 1200 people strong, left Los Angeles amid great fanfare on March 1, 1986. Eleven days later in the Mojave Desert, about ten miles west of Barstow, the founding organization declared bankruptcy and told us it was over. “Go home.” Eight hundred did just that, but four hundred of us stayed. After a surprisingly genius reorganization of people and money and some desperate fundraising, we got our feet under us (pun intended!) and started walking. We walked fifteen miles each day, our little tent village of 400 moving toward Washington, DC, step by step. (more…)