It was all very moving. There were some wonderful people there, sharing tremendous care and compassion for people on another part of the planet. Some carried signs and two men from Libya held up a flag. We marched and chanted and, while my role was very minor and I don’t know if our actions will actually change anything, I came away thinking that this was the most important thing I’ve done in a long, long time.
I have to admit upfront that I have never really been the protester type. The closest I came to protesting something before this was at the end of grade 10, when I burnt my math book. Since the year had ended by then I’m not sure if that even qualifies as protesting, but it was my best shot as a rookie. The only other time I came close to a protest was a year or two earlier when I told my dad I was going to a math pretest and he thought I said a math protest. He wanted to know what part of math we were protesting. [Read more…]