Protesters battle bitter cold and bitter police in New York City.
What were you doing three years ago today?
A rather harrowing but thought-provoking account from Knocked Up Vegan's Monday Memories series reminded me, it's been three years since the February 15 anti-war protest in New York.
Link: Knocked Up Vegan � Monday Memories.
We were desperately cold, but the passion I experienced at that rally is something I'll probably never experience again. The sheer amount of people, the speakers, the puppets of Bush floating around, the clever posters, and the protestors lifting the police barricades and sending them overhead down through the crowd - it was hard to complain about the cold. I think people felt even stronger, perhaps more rebellious because we were the only city that wasn't allowed to march.
My daughter was there, and when the police crammed them into a pen erected on the sidewalk she suddenly discovered she suffered from claustrophobia.
But at least she didn't end up in jail.
