… was to cross the road. This was back in Sri Lanka, on May 1st, 2005, and I was walking across Colombo to get to school in the afternoon. To my great dismay, a very angry, loud, and long formation of Communist protesters was blocking my path at an intersection. I don’t mean the lame universal healthcare variety; I mean hammer-and-sickle, xenophobic Communists with passion and red banners! Remembering seeing their march kick off earlier in the day, and recalling that it was substantial, I realized I would be standing there for a while waiting for it to pass; and I certainly wasn’t about to cut through waving fists and . So, I decided to walk against the protest about a block, join their collectivist ranks and change lanes from right to left while marching forward with them. I may have been the tallest, whitest, and least informed person in their ranks, but it worked! I exited out of the left lane and continued on my way.
Seeing the #OccupyWallStreet protests (whose cause I know little to nothing about) brought that fond memory back to my mind, and in the same spirit of whimsical bewilderment, I want to share and celebrate some playful works of protest:
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Moments before freak lightning killed everyone pictured…
Life can be disappointing that way.
A message I’d be delusional not to agree with.