Lou at the militaristic Cleveland National Air Show

As I have done for the past several years, since the Labor Day Peace Show ended at Cleveland’s Willard Park , home of the giant FREE rubber stamp, this peacenik has done his peace shtick at the northeast corner of East Ninth Street and North Marginal Drive, across from the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame and Museum.

In the past I have gone all three days of the Labor Day weekend to promote peace as a Vietnam War veteran. This year, however, I only went on Labor Day since the weather was chilly and rainy on Saturday and Sunday, although the sun came out Sunday afternoon.
The huge majority of spectators at the event appear to be big “rubber stamp” supporters of the military. My intent is to give them an alternative perspective, wearing my 49-year-old Army dress uniform and carrying a peace flag, to provide a counterweight to what essentially is a red-white-and-blue star-spangled dog-and-pony show that really is a public relations ploy for the military, euphemistically called the “Cleveland National Air Show”.

I cheerily greeted people going to the show and most responded politely, but several totally ignored me, as expected. Still, it wasn’t all disappointing. Several asked to have their photos taken with me. One was a woman who had walked with her female friend from the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. The woman who stood with me had an accent I did not recognize and I asked where she was from and she said, “Latvia.”

A woman reporter from WCPN, Amy Eddngs, interviewed me. We had something in common as I had worked as a temp at the NPR affiliate for five months in 2003. Many of the same people I had worked with then are still at the station.

Amy asked me how I would feel if the draft was reinstated. I said it would be a good thing because it would help energize the anti-war movement as was the case during the Vietnam War when the draft was in effect and applied to all men of a certain age.

I told Amy that an Indians fan took issue with my peace flag as I stood outside Progressive Field, thinking my flag disrespected the American flag. “I told him that I disagreed, that from my perspective the flag respected peace.” I said to Amy that having been in a war zone for a year imbued in me “a deep, intense, profound and infinite respect for peace that people who have never experienced war simply cannot appreciate.”

One man walked up to me and said he had read about my experience during the Republican National Convention in a last Fall’s Miami University alumni magazine, Miamian. (The photo in the issue is the same as the smaller photo on my Facebook wall. Part of the caption in the Miamian reads: “Reporters and TV news crews from around the world wanted to know his story as he stood wearing his 48-year-old U.S. Army dress uniform and holding a peace flag. His favorite memory is of Katie Couric interviewing him and putting her photo of him on Instagram.”)

Another man said he remembered seeing me at one of the Hessler Street Fairs and that he has admired my letters in the paper (The Plain Dealer, I assume) “for 40 years.” I said I was flattered he had remembered my name.

On the down side, a man walked up to me who did not have a friendly expression. Wearing a tan baseball cap with the word NAVY above the bill, he said, “There are supposed to be stars on that flag.”

I said, “The stars are in hiding. They are ashamed, embarrassed and disgusted with all the death, destruction, instability and chaos we have caused in the Middle East.”

He responded oddly, saying very seriously, ‘The world is ruled by aggressive violence.”


Referring to Vietnam, I said, “I want to get across the idea  that some war veterans are pro-peace. We were sent to Vietnam to kill communists and now Vietnam, a communist country, is our ally against China. Bottom line: more than 58,000 perfectly healthy young American lives were wasted. 3.4 million Vietnamese men, women and children blown to bloody bits and burned to death by our weapons of mass destruction.”

Again my adversary darkly said, “The world is ruled by aggressive violence.” I said, “It doesn’t have to be that way.” I suspect the Navy vet had learned such an observation while on active duty. (The word “brainwashed” comes to mind.)

His female companion appeared to be completely engaged with my commentary, however, listening intently but not saying anything and most importantly, did not appear to be supporting the Navy vet, who was not in Vietnam, but was stationed on a ship off the coast of Vietnam.

The less-than-pleasant conversation ended amicably, however, and as the couple walked away, I said, “We agree to disagree” and the Navy vet nodded in agreement. It was an encounter he likely will not soon forget, if ever.

In mid-afternoon a family waited to cross North Marginal Drive and the mom mentioned that she had seen me in the morning. I said that I call what I do a “labor of love.” She and her husband and their two daughters live in Cambridge, Massachusetts and were in Cleveland to attend a wedding. I mentioned my younger daughter lives in East Boston in what she considers her “year-round vacation home.”

“She watches boats sailing in Boston Harbor and planes taking off from Logan,” I said.

The woman’s husband offered to get me some water and something to eat, but I politely declined. I told the family I had eaten a large breakfast of organic fruit and that such a regimen “helps me fit into my uniform.” They smiled.

On the southeast corner of East Ninth Street and North Marginal Drive, not far from my post, was my friend and Vietnam veteran Rasheed Mustafa, who offered passersby free bottles of water and snacks, including Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies. He was willing to accept, however, “free will” donations, and most people dropped a dollar or two into Rasheed’s “tip jar”.

The wind was unusually strong that day–perhaps remnants of Hurricane Harvey–and occasionally my peace flag ballooned, looking like a spinnaker on a sailboat.

I told Rasheed that if I had been on a sailboat all day with my peace flag instead of at the air show, “I’d be in Ashtabula by now.” He laughed.