tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32250954.post9163620879195081984..comments2024-03-12T02:18:53.121-07:00Comments on Molly'sBlog: mollymewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10608757779720671118noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32250954.post-36478873219019548562009-12-12T06:04:21.084-08:002009-12-12T06:04:21.084-08:00I drove past this School of the Americas in late 2...I drove past this School of the Americas in late 2002, stopped to speak to a couple of the protesters outside the gates (you cannot see it from the road, it is behind trees). <br /><br />After explaining that my Ontario plates were not from a state but another country (well - almost .. well, used-to-be another country) They began to tell me of personal tales of the actions of the 'graduates' of this disgrace to the word school.<br /><br />One was from Columbia and the other from Nicaragua. <br /><br />I let them go on as long as I could stand it .. but the stories they related were so disgusting, so inhuman that upon leaving I could not sleep for several nights.<br /><br />The stories are told, not by survivors of the ordeals - there are none, but by those that hid, terrified in the woods while the slaughter and the gang rapes and the torture went on.croghan27noreply@blogger.com