Protest

 

It was March of 2003.  New York City protested against Bush's invasion of Iraq.  200,000 showed up; I was one of them. I was almost trampled by a horse-mounted police officer.  The diversity was as wide as could be humanly imagined, the intensity clear, the unity so complete.  I have been in many protests, including the Vietnam war in my college days, but nothing matched this day’s importance and its singularity of purpose; it truly was an event for human beings.