URBAN GARDENS Garden Center and Nursery Located in Northwest Portland ORGANIC FERTILIZER BY THE PINT OR BY THE BAG ORGANICALLY GROWN FALL VEGETABLE PLANTS FOR FRESH VEGETABLES YEAR AROUND Everything for your city garden. 2714 NW THURMAN (across from Food Front) 226 •0577 Open 10 a.m. til Dusk - 7 Days a Week Warming to the Freeze I 15,000 meet on the U.S.-Canada border to send their message to Washington PEOPLE WORKING TOGETHER Shopping at Food Front gives me a sense of family and neighborhood, because co-op members take pride in their store. It's a happy, lovely place to shop. Wendy Westerwelle, Actress A Cooperative Grocery 2675 NW Thurman Open Daily 222-5658 ‘ By Martha Gies Drawing by Matt Wuerker Canada-USA border, Blaine, Washington, June 12, 1982. The singer stepped up to the microphone and introduced the name of his group: Ash Street. They were all young, white and Canadian and they were there, according to the program, to present “songs with audience participation” to the 15,000 people who sat serious and hushed on the grassy park beyond the makeshift stage. “There haven’t been such large numbers of people together here at the Peace Arch, ” the young singer began, “since the great singer Paul Robeson sang here. ” There was a quiet shifting in the audience as the people old enough to remember the Robeson concert looked about and acknowledged that memory amongst themselves. “Thirty years ago last month, Paul Robeson sang here,” the young singer continued. “Today we are going to begin by singing for you the song that he began with on that day.” He moved two steps back, in line with his fellow singers, and together they sang a verse of a Negro spiritual that Robeson made known to all of Europe and North America: “No more auction block for me. No more. No more. No more auction block for me. Many thousand gone. ” Pausing in the lyrics, the young singer announced that they would now sing the version that Bob Dylan wrote and, without changing the chording, they sang: “How many roads must a man walk down?" He gestured hopefully for his listeners to join in, and there was a low humming in the audience as the people young enough to know the Dylan lyrids began to sing. Zwo weeks earlier Joan Fox, a blonde, middle-aged woman from West Seattle who is president of the Local 19 Longshoremen’s (ILWU) Federated Auxiliaries, called to reserve a bus to the event. The plans for June 12 were still in limbo: The Washington State Parks Department, which has jurisdiction over the United States side of Peace Arch Park, had denied the rally a permit. A petition had been filed in federal court for the right to assemble, but at the time Joan had to guarantee the bus, that decision was still pending. “I called, assuming we would go, ” Joan said. The rally had been scheduled to coincide with anti-nuclear rallies all over the world, including the big one in New York City. The Seattle office of the Nuclear Freeze Campaign told people who called in for rally information that nobody knew anything yet. “They originally denied the permit because they were afraid we’d ruin the flower beds,” said one volunteer. If the irony struck her, she didn’t let on. “It’s pending in court,” she said. “Call back next week.” \eattle keeps turning up in the KJnational press in nuclear-related stories. One of the most visible income tax protestors is none other than the Catholic Archbishop of Seattle, Raymond Hunthausen. When he decided to withhold 50 percent of the federal tax due on his $9,000 salary. Hunthausen wrote in a pastoral letter to the people in the archdiocese: “I am saying by my action that in conscience I cannot support or acquiesce in a nuclear arms buildup which I consider a grave moral evil. “I am saying that I see no possible justification for the willingness to employ nuclear weapons capable of destroying humanity as we know it. “I am saying that everyone should think profoundly and pray deeply over the issue of nuclear armaments. ” 26 Clinton St. Quarterly
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