My thoughts on the visible violence of radical protesters and the invisible violence they’re attacking.
This article was published in the May ’14 issue of the Central Circuit.
May 1st, 2014: A luxury sedan pulls up to a stop sign. The driver has just finished dinner at an upscale restaurant in Seattle’s business district. The evening sun casts a long, creeping shadow across the car’s sparkling hood. He’s tired, and ready to go home.
Suddenly, a wall of human beings pours into the intersection, like toothpaste squeezed from a giant tube. Screeching, hooting, shouting, swearing, they bear radical signs and radical hair. Photographers scurry around the crowd’s perimeter, flies on a lumbering beast. The driver blinks and shakes his head—is this for real?
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