Sisters to lead St. Pat's Parade

Sisters Cecilia and Patricia Moloughney will be the Grand Marshals of the 27th Greenwich,Connecticut St. Patrick's Day Parade to be held Sunday, March 11th.The picture was part of a front page story in the Greenwich Time on February 5th.The article traced their careers and their many years of dedicated service to the people of the Greenwich area. CONGRATULATIONS SISTERS we are all proud of you....

Photo by Helen Neafsey,courtesy of Greenwich Time

Following are the accounts of those of us who "marched" at the demonstration on February 15. As you will read, our accounts are quite positive. We were thwarted in our plans to walk together behind our banner and to join the Eastern Province for a total Ursuline presence, but we were not injured or dissed. Since the march we have heard of problems with the mounted police and arrests but that was not our experience. Also, since the march, there was a virtual march which took place on Wednesday, March 26. E-mail reportss indicate that some 200,000 persons signed up to phone, fax and e-mail our DC representatives against the war. Catherine Talia, Regina Delaney and Valerie did one or a combination of calling our elected officials including one of the NYC Council members, who chairs the committee considering a NYC resolution against war with Iraq. Our accounts follow. Below them is an excerpt from a CT virtual marcher. There will be many other demonstrations and marches. One is scheduled by women in DC on International Women's Day, Saturday, March 8. The rally is at 11:00 am Malcolm X Park at 15th and 16th Streets, west of W. Street NW. The March/Pageant is at 1 p.m. The march will proceed down 16th Street to encircle the White House in pink. A second, in the planning stages--rather creative, too, so described below--is tentatively planned for April 4-5 on the West Side of Manhattan. Catherine Talia and Lisa Bergeron Cathy (Talia) and i were there! We left Bellerose at 10:05 and caught the LIRR train into Jamaica station where we changed to the E-train. Changed at Lexington to the 6 train (where the escalators were not working, and we had to climb that VERY LONG stairway to get to the 6 station). When we got out at 42nd (around 11:30), the police steered us to 40th, where we were "promised" we could walk through to 1st. We turned left onto 2nd, but were not allowed to go anywhere near the church, so continued up 42nd with the growing crowd. At each cross-street where we had been promised to be let through (49th, then 52nd, then 62nd) the police had erected barricades. By the time we passed 52nd, the crowds had taken over the entire street -- including sidewalks on both sides. The police stopped us at 63rd -- could not walk any further north, and were not allowed to go down 63rd. We remained stopped there for about 30 minutes, the crowd chanting (among others): "Whose street? OUR STREET!" and "LET US THROUGH!" Marchers had climbed atop phone boths, light posts, fences. Finally (unbelievably!), the police removed the barricades at 63rd, and we marched down to 1st Avenue; we moved as far ahead as 62nd. We could hear (and sometimes see on the large projection screen) various speakers -- including Bishop Desmond Tutu, Holly Near. Finally, around 2:30 p.m., the crowd seemed to get tighter and closer together, and Cathy and i decided to head back to Queens. People were still arriving as we left. We saw one young man arrested (for what reason, we could not fathom), but the day had been remarkably free from violence, touched by great humor and respect (routinely, we were pushed together, and routinely people apologized). We were struck by the wide diversity of ages -- middle-aged, old, families with young children, teen-agers, college students, young adults -- as well as ethnic backgrounds. During our wait at the barricades on 63rd, we spoke with a middle-aged African-American woman, who carried a poster: "Support our Troops. Send them Home," to which she had affixed a photo of a young black man in Marine uniform. Cathy asked if the young man were her son, which she affirmed, telling us his name was Edward, and that he had already been deployed. We said that we would pray for him. I remained mindful of Edward and his mom whenever the cold, the crowds, the wait started to get to me. As did Valerie, we found the people in the crowd mostly pleasant, respectful, in good humor, and the feeling charged against any sort of war. We are both glad that we participated. _______________ Valerie Heinonen