After 72 frustrating years of watching my country go to war,
what could I do now to stop another one?
It was a Sunday morning when I recalled the dream upon waking. I dreamt
of people creating artistic shapes with their bodies. My thoughts went
to Helen Odeworitse and 600 Nigerian women, who used the threat of
their nakedness (a shaming gesture for men in Nigeria and perhaps
elsewhere?) to force ChevronTexaco to listen to their families’ needs.
The women’s action of occupying the oil terminal and threatening to
shame the male employees made Chevron concede to their demands to share
a little of the wealth by providing basic services to the local people.
That was such a powerful image for me at the time that it became a
natural extension of my thoughts about my dream. Now I saw women’s
bodies forming letters - and the word they formed had to be PEACE.
From that inspired moment, I turned to the resource that all organizers
need - their like-minded friends. "Do you think we could do it?" Yes,
yes, and yes! We came up with the perfect photographer who decided the
perfect, accessible location with grass, a horizon and parking, We
called the owners for permission to use the field on Tuesday afternoon.
Now we had a deadline!
The excitement and nervousness grew as the vision became a possibility.
The huge question was whether women would be able to withstand the
vulnerability of exposing themselves nude. Each of us called five women
and told them to call five more apiece. Many women responded with the
same excitement and willingness, some could not attend. The few who
could make it and were excited by the idea but were unwilling to
disrobe were invited to help with the clothes. By Tuesday, over 50
women turned up at the field.
This beautiful and courageous act began as the bud of a flower, bloomed
around the globe and now is been seeded again and again. Pass this
along to friends you care about.