Meet, Greet and Support Steve Harrison for Congress (New York 13th Congressional District)

27 Apr 2008 - 4:00pm
27 Apr 2008 - 6:00pm

House Party for Steve Harrison for Congress
I am helping host this one along with Joy Romanski and Marjorie and Alan Gersten.
Sun., Apr. 27, 2008, 4:00 PM
Suggested Donation $50
Location: Willow Street, Apt 1, Brooklyn, NY 11201

Steve Harrison is against the war in Iraq, supporting a plan for withdrawal similar to those proposed by Bill Richardson and John Edwards. He supports strengthening port security as a better way of fighting terrorism than getting mired in Iraq.

NY Times Editorial Board endorsing Steve on his 2006 run:

"Mr. Harrison...is an attractive alternative to Mr. Fossella in his own right. Mr. Harrison has a presence in both sides of the district; he resides in Brooklyn, while his mother and sister live on Staten Island.

As chair of Community Board 10 in Brooklyn, he demonstrated leadership as he oversaw one of the city's largest efforts to contain overdevelopment through rezoning. He has a good command of the issues, and a feel for the concerns of the district. Mr. Harrison surprised many with his passion and keen intelligence in a series of debates with Mr. Fossella. The distinctions could not be clearer. We endorse Mr. Harrison for Congress."

Hosts: Alan and Marjorie Gersten, David Michaelson, Joy Romanski ~ and Jacob.

Sunday, April 27, 2008
From 3PM to 6PM
50 Willow Street, #1
Brooklyn Heights

With sangria and food-a-plenty

Here is the maplink to the first subway stop for most lines into and last stop out of Brooklyn.

Reminder that the F train transfers in Manhattan (W 4th) and Brooklyn (Jay St/Borough Hall) to the High St/Brooklyn Bridge, A,C, our closest stop. Exit the Cadman Plaza/Henry St end. The Clark Street 2, 3 is only five short blocks away. The R stop at Court St/Montague is a little farther.

You can read more about him here.

And if you can't make it but still want to help, please donate through my New York Act Blue Site.


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Lying on my cot, I came to the point that many people reach in a situation where they stop what they’re doing and say, "Wait a second. This is bullshit. This isn’t right." Two guys in our battalion were dead, two families ruined. And try as I might, I couldn’t figure out what the purpose of that was.

Things that had been welling up inside me all summer suddenly exploded in my head like a dozen Roman candles. I hated the president for his ignorance. I hated Donald Rumsfeld for his appalling arrogance and his lack of judgment. I hated their agenda. I hated Colin Powell for abandoning the Army—for not taking care of his soldiers—when he could have done something to stop these people. I hated them because the Army had seen this insurgency coming. I hated them because they didn’t listen to the people who told them this was a bad plan. I hated them because now, it meant that my guys could be next. It meant that I could be next. And I didn’t want to die like this—not in a confusing mishmash of ideologies, purposes, and bullets.

I felt like we had been taken advantage of. We were professionals sent on a wild goose chase using a half-baked plan for political reasons. Lying there restlessly, I was reminded of a Schwarzenegger line in one of his movies—when, after being used and lied to, his muscle-bound character had expressed perfectly what was now on my mind: My men are not expendable. And I don’t do this kind of work.

I longed for the clarity of purpose we’d had in Afghanistan.


— Lieutenant Brandon Friedman, 101st Airborne, in his memoir, The War I Always Wanted: The Illusion of Glory and the Reality of War: A Screaming Eagle in Afghanistan and Iraq


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