(There's a video above. I'm having trouble seeing it on Safari but I can see it on Firefox and Chrome.)
On a whim, I
decided to walk to the Trump Hotel to see the protest. When I got there, the
street was empty from west end of the street to the hotel—and this is Georgia
Street, perhaps the city’s foremost street—but there was a crowd outside it’s façade
that extended to the east end of the block. What I did not realize until the
march got started, was that it continued around the corner and forever after
that. There were an estimated 15,000 people marching.
It was
thoroughly civilized; there was no violence and not only that, it was a total
love in. I kept tearing up with pride in my city, its people and in humanity
everywhere standing up to the idiot today. Yes, it was a protest, but it was
uplifting to see your values reflected in so many brilliant hand-made signs,
none printed by machine.
There were
turbans, strollers, walkers, a hat that said “think out side my box,” a
brilliant marching orchestras, costumes and everyone wearing a smile. It was
fabulous.
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