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  • 21 April 2012 will be the first day in the 9th year Mordechai Vanunu, Israel’s Nuclear Whistle Blower has been under 24/7 surveillance and denied the RIGHT to leave Israel; on top of 18 years in jail for telling the TRUTH and providing the photographic proof that led nuclear physicists to conclude Israel had manufactured upwards of 200 nuclear warheads by 1986!Please post your PUBLIC ACTION in Comment section and join the Cause FREE VANUNU Now @
    http://www.causes.com/causes/523841-free-mordechai-vanunuThe first announced is scheduled to begin noon 21 April at STRAWBERRY FIELDS in Central Park, New York City, with a Reading of Vanunu’s words from Ashkelon Prison, 1987:

    “The passive acceptance and complacency with regard to the existence of nuclear weapons anywhere on earth is the disease of society today.

    “This struggle is not only a legitimate one – it is a moral, inescapable struggle…no government, not even the most democratic, can force us to live under this threat. No state in the world can offer any kind of security against this menace of a nuclear holocaust, or guarantee to prevent it.

    “Already now there are enough nuclear missiles to destroy the world many times over. This issue should unite us all, because that is our real enemy.

    “Any country, which manufactures and stocks nuclear weapons, is first of all endangering its own citizens. This is why the citizens must confront their government and warn it that it has no right to expose them to this danger. Because, in effect, the citizens are being held hostage by their own government, just as if they have been hijacked and deprived of their freedom and threatened.

    “Indeed, when governments develop nuclear weapons without the consent of their citizens – and this is true in most cases – they are violating the basic rights of their citizens, the basic right not to live under constant threat of annihilation.

    “Is any government qualified and authorized to produce such weapons.”

    I Am Your Spy by Mordechai Vanunu

    I am the clerk, the technician, the mechanic, the driver.
    They said, Do this, do that, don’t look left or right,
    don’t read the text. Don’t look at the whole machine. You
    are only responsible for this one bolt. For this one rubber-stamp.
    This is your only concern. Don’t bother with what is above you.
    Don’t try to think for us. Go on, drive. Keep going. On, on.

    So they thought, the big ones, the smart ones, the futurologists.
    There is nothing to fear. Not to worry.
    Everything’s ticking just fine.
    Our little clerk is a diligent worker. He’s a simple mechanic.
    He’s a little man.
    Little men’s ears don’t hear, their eyes don’t see.
    We have heads, they don’t.

    Answer them, said he to himself, said the little man,
    the man with a head of his own. Who is in charge? Who knows
    where this train is going?
    Where is their head? I too have a head.
    Why do I see the whole engine,
    Why do I see the precipice–
    is there a driver on this train?

    The clerk driver technician mechanic looked up.
    He stepped back and saw — what a monster.
    Can’t believe it. Rubbed his eyes and — yes,
    it’s there all right. I’m all right. I do see
    the monster. I’m part of the system.
    I signed this form. Only now I am reading the rest of it.

    This bolt is part of a bomb. This bolt is me. How
    did I fail to see, and how do the others go on
    fitting bolts. Who else knows?
    Who has seen? Who has heard? — The emperor really is naked.
    I see him. Why me? It’s not for me. It’s too big.

    Rise and cry out. Rise and tell the people. You can.
    I, the bolt, the technician, mechanic? — Yes, you.
    You are the secret agent of the people. You are the eyes of the nation.
    Agent-spy, tell us what you’ve seen. Tell us what the insiders, the clever ones, have hidden from us.
    Without you, there is only the precipice. Only catastrophe.

    I have no choice. I’m a little man, a citizen, one of the people,
    but I’ll do what I have to. I’ve heard the voice of my conscience
    and there’s nowhere to hide.
    The world is small, small for Big Brother.
    I’m on your mission. I’m doing my duty. Take it from me.

    Come and see for yourselves. Lighten my burden. Stop the train.
    Get off the train. The next stop — nuclear disaster. The next book,
    the next machine. No. There is no such thing.-1987, Ashkelon Prison