November 5, 2007: This website is an archive of the former website,, which was created 10 years ago by Charles Jenks. It became one of the most populace sites in the US, and an important resource on the antiwar movement, student activism, 'depleted' uranium and other topics. Jenks authored virtually all of its web pages and multimedia content (photographs, audio, video, and pdf files. As the author and registered owner of that site, his purpose here is to preserve an important slice of the history of the grassroots peace movement in the US over the past decade. He is maintaining this historical archive as a service to the greater peace movement, and to the many friends of Traprock Peace Center. Blogs have been consolidated and the calendar has been archived for security reasons; all other links remain the same, and virtually all blog content remains intact.

THIS SITE NO LONGER REFLECTS THE CURRENT AND ONGOING WORK OF TRAPROCK PEACE CENTER, which has reorganized its board and moved to Greenfield, Mass. To contact Traprock Peace Center, call 413-773-7427 or visit its site. Charles Jenks is posting new material to, a multimedia blog and resource center.

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The War on Truth

From Warriors to Resisters

Army of None

Iraq: the Logic of Withdrawal

Hiroshima and Nagasaki Poems

Hiroshima Flame Walk, Seattle to New York - Massachusetts neighbors David Sprague of Williamsburg, Kip Moeller of Amherst, Skip Scheil and Louise Dunlap of Cambridge and Sunny Miller of Deerfield joined Japanese, Native American and US walkers (including friends Smitty from the City and Jim Mason) as they brought prayers to Washington, DC for April 20th and visited the Pentagon and Arlington Cemetery on April 21. Jim Mason began walking in Seattle on Jan. 15. For weeks he listened to the Japanese flame walkers sing the Hiroshima Song. He slowly learned what the words meant and used the translations to form his poem. (Photo © Charlie Jenks, 2002.)

Aoi Sorawa (Skies of Blue)
by Jim Mason March.18.02
Let us leave our children skies of blue
That burning August morning even shadows burnt away
That weight of fathers mothers brothers sisters lives
We carry and we hold.
Let us leave our children skies of blue.
That night the essence of thousands vanished silent into space
The weight of fathers mothers brothers sisters lives
Now float like lantern lights to sea
Let us leave our children skies of blue.
Put out the fires of war from every nation in the world
May peace and love and liberty and life glow
in our handshakes
In our voices
in our songs
Let us leave our children skies of blue.

Here is poem by Carah Ong - 6 August 2002

Atomic Skies Falling

With Hiroshima eyes I weep
for a world self-destructing,
never learning lessons from
the atomic apocalypse of skies falling.
With Nagasaki ears I listen
to the woeful cries of
more and more victims,
each one muted by preemptive Destruction.
With Bikini and Moruroa lips I mourn
so many stories unheard, untold
a legacy of catastrophe
buried by atolls of coral.
With Nevada skin I burn
to tell a Truth obstructed
of desolate Earth and People
united by a cataclysmic obsolescence.
With Lop Nor legs I run
to find a secret crevice
where I lie hidden from a home
on the brink of nuclear precipice.
With Novaya Zemlya and Chernobyl arms I reach
to embrace an untainted vision,
a reality not beholden since
before the Trinity explosion.
Unlike Pokhran and Chagai, I can not celebrate
a new era of annihilation
concealed in formidable disguise
justifying my security by threatening our demise.

A Parable

I think that almost all Americans know about the story of Sun and Wind. They tried to take the coat
off from the traveler. First, the north wind blew very hard. But the traveler kept his coat really
hard. Next, the sun shine and made him warm. Then, the traveler easily took his coat off.
Even kids know this theory. I wonder why the Americans keep being the north wind.
- from Mutsumi, our dear friend in Osaka, Japan


For more peace poetry, see Charlotte's poems.

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