The men took it the hardest. A tsunami of stats and opinions and legends and personal fears and doubts were coming at each of us as the TVs, radios, and print matter started to become also digital.
We were suddenly a nation of mostly volunteers and military/service people. The older generation, the greatest, was "aging out" of stuff and the "ladders to success" were in a state of contortion as we adjusted to new economy and new roles and new world.
People wondered, Are we just seeing ourselves differently given all this information?
Are we even more like Adam and Eve?
"Just don't be like Adam and Steve!" A preacher at a California airport ordered. "Don't be a hater!" A tiny woman in tall heels pointed in his face and ordered back.
"This human chain thing is getting old," the man took of his sportcoat and rolled up his sleeves to reveal red and bruising. But he smiled. "She'll see. I do have a heart!"
Before sunrise people woke each other. Another day of being nonviolent. Standing and sitting in. Mostly in-between. Harm and harm's way. Explaining how laws work. Testifying violence not necessary. Witnessing how social waves and "popular opinion" makes us all the firmament.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked sleepily as the man pulled his jacket back on quickly. "We were sucked into surrounding the Courthouse yesterday so an army of immigration lawyers could get inside." She didn't seem to hear reaching for the coffee. "I'm listening."
"But after all the effort to get there," he swallowed dry mouthed, "The doors got locked."
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