When I told people I was taking a class with veteran anti-war activist Marv Davidov, I received a variety of responses. From coffee shop junkies who informed me that “Marv is a legend” to my own father who said “Oh yeah, who hasn’t heard of Marv Davidov?” Indeed, anyone from Minneapolis and probably any long-time peace activist will know the name Marv Davidov. Noam Chomsky reflected on Marv’s life saying, “Marv’s dedication and courage have been demonstrated in a way that has led to the creation of a community of committed people, whose ongoing activities have been an inspiration to others.”
Besides my Nain (Grandma in Welsh), Marv was the first person to introduce me to active nonviolence. In a class co-taught with Jack Nelson-Pallmeyer, Marv recounted, full of personality, his “oral history” of activism. After coming home from war in Vietnam, Marv became an outspoken critic of the Minneapolis-based weapons manufacturer, Honeywell. He led a campaign known as the “Honeywell Project” that directly confronted the company’s manufacturing of cluster bombs. I remember when Marv brought in his exploded “bomblet” from a cluster bomb. He told us that he used to carry it everywhere he went. Marv’s story of his fight against cluster bombs was compelling and left us all wanting to carry on his tradition. Today, Alliant Techsystems manufactures these bombs and you will still see Marv’s face out at the site at the once a week vigil.
After my class with Marv I had the opportunity to spend time with him while we campaigned together for, in his words “the second coming of Paul [wellstone],” his hero Jack Nelson-Pallmeyer for US Congress. I also had the opportunity to spend a weekend with him traveling by van to Goshen for a peace conference.
Today, according to an Associated Press article, 48 countries meet in Oslo, Norway, not least because of the work of Marv Davidov, to discuss a drive that will call for the end of the use of cluster bombs.
To hear this makes me think of Marv and his legacy. It also makes me think of how fortunate I am to have studied nonviolence under such a living legend. Most of all, however, when I think of Marv I don’t think of his legendary character. Instead, I think of the Marv I have known – the man who loves to the talk shit, swear, and smoke cigarettes; the man who was the first to jump in front of every camera at every protest in order to speak out against injustice. When I think of Marv I begin to laugh because he is one funny son-of-a-bitch. Marv’s legacy will endure, of course, and one day my baby boy will live in a world without cluster bombs. I thank Marv for this.
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