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When I was your enemy by Joel Preston Smith

When I was your enemy by Joel Preston Smith

A friend asked me a while back if I thought it was true that some Morton County Sheriff’s Deputies had resigned over the treatment of protestors at Standing Rock, during the Dakota Access Pipeline protests in North Dakota last year.

I said I thought it was possible, because I used to stand on their side of the line. The reason I stepped across to the other side 27 years ago has a lot to do with why I now work with Frontline Wellness United, which provides healthcare for activists and nonviolent civil resistance movements. I wasn’t a sheriff’s deputy. I was a soldier at the Presidio of San Francisco Army base — a journalist, but also a riot-control troop.

Because of the blood on the tracks

Because of the blood on the tracks

Brian Willson was 46 years old Sept. 1, 1987, the day he sat down across railroad tracks leading out of Concord Naval Weapons Station in Concord, Calif., ahead of an oncoming train. But the things he’d seen and done by that age seem to speak of a man who’d lived many shades of many different lives.