I was struck by the photographs of the Critical Mass protest in NYC yesterday. These pictures made me smile and shed a tear as I looked at the faces of Americans who just want their voices to be heard. It took me back to a place in time when I still had my youth, a time when my generation protested against a government and an administration that filled us full of fear and sadness to the bone.
Perhaps remembering a time when our nation was challenged by a different war isn't what the generations born after us have longed to hear but in these faces I've realized it isn't so much different today as it was then. The frustrations are the same, the feelings of vulnerability are the same, the distrust of the government is the same, the flag-draped caskets are the same. It led me to believe that it isn't each other we should be condemning, it is those who have taken us to a place we never dared imagine we would go.
The photographs are by Pascal Wassam. Click on 'great photos' on the post by JD Lasica. I saw all of our faces before me, they are more alike than not.
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