For nearly two decades, I have been arrested, ignored, and dismissed for protesting nuclear weapons—but as the Doomsday Clock inches toward midnight, giving up is not an option.

How Fear of Nuclear Armageddon Leads Me to Protest

It was May 20, 2026, at one minute past midnight. I and two colleagues stood in front of the main gate of Vandenberg Space Force Base (VSFB), located along Highway 1 (AKA the Pacific Coast Highway), on the Central Coast of California. We were looking up to the night sky. Suddenly a large, tube-shaped object appeared, launched from the base, traveling southwest over the Pacific Ocean, with flames coming from its rear end. A delayed, rumbling roar arose behind it. We were briefly spellbound by the display, and lowered our protest signs to our sides. We were somewhat awed, somewhat afraid, and somewhat angered by the spectacle.

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