A Small Town Protest
Yesterday my fellow employees wondered aloud why I did not rush to the window to view the anti-war protest outside our building. We share a building with the local military recruiting office and are less than two blocks from a university campus. So the first reason I did not rush to the window was that I understood why we were targeted. However, when I heard the protester were marching down the middle of the street and stopping traffic on our town's main thoroughfare, curiosity got the best of me. I went over and looked out the window. Frankly, what I found surprising was how small the group was. I was in college in the 70's, attending a large state university. I remember when Vietnam war protesters filled our campus quad. I remember every entrance to the University being lined with protesters. To many this demonstration seemed woefully puny. There really were not very many people rallying to their cause and the only thing that brought out the police was that they were block...