Peace Process
I would like to thank my Towson folks who came to Bel Air on Friday and joined the Just4Peace demonstration on Main Street. Forty of us lined the street and advertised our distaste for war. It can be a hard thing to say sometimes.


Some people might say that a few dozen old hippies and college kids standing in front of the courthouse aren't that special (some people, it turns out, will go out of their way to boo or make obscence gestures at a peace rally) but I felt like being one of 40 people on the main street of the place where I grew up was more significant that being one of 300,000 in New York City three weeks ago.
You can get updates about the next demonstration from Just4peace@clearviewcatv.net


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It seemed surreal...at least from the non-protestor perspective, to put myself in other shoes of the drivers.
You're driving along, and you see complete apathy. People walking along the streets, doing whatever it is humans do. Nobody caring much about anything, or if they do, not showing it openly. Suddenly, you're surrounded (at least on one side) by the opposite of apathy: passion. People begging to be heard, voicing their opinion and displaying deep empathy for those behing whom they were rallying.
And, as suddenly as you come across this sea of passion, it is once again gone, and all around you is the apathy of the ordinary day.
This evoked passion from the drivers, too. For, in that brief moment that they were semi-surrounded by passion, they were casually evoked to display or recipricate the passion, whether through a friendly honk or solidarity, or a hand gesture of perverbial war against us. They were provoked in a sense, not so much by the nature of the protestors, but by the suddenness or the situation.
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