Sunday, driving back from our hike, Mark, Caitlin and I saw a small group of protesters at the corner of 39th and Hawthorne as we approached the red light. Their gathering appeared informal and very much of the neighborhood meet-up variety; fleece wearing moms and middle aged dads with strollers and young children in tow. Their last minute signs spoke firmly of peace but moderation, “we love our troops, bring them home” and the like.
At the front of the pack a woman held a sign with the simple plea, “Honk for Peace!”
2pm at a busy intersection in a country supposedly overwhelmingly in favor of some sort of withdrawal and not a single horn sounds.
Mark sums it all up, saying more or less, “America’s never going to accomplish anything if people can’t even honk for peace.”
So we just sit there honking away, the lone honking car, angrily honking, at 2pm, corner of 39th and Hawthorne, honking for Peace, honking at indifference, honking, honking, honking.
Because, yeah, there’s something seriously wrong with this country if those people can make their signs and walk around and you can’t even be bothered to honk- not for democrats, not for republicans, not for withdrawal, not for funding or not funding – just for peace.
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