After a ten hour bus ride we arrived in D.C. a little after 10am this morning. We checked into our accommodations, showered up, and hit the streets. As we walked down 11th Street NW towards Freedom Plaza nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a mid-morning workday in a large city. The sidewalks were filled with business men and women hustling in either direction, some with hardhats, others with espressos. A concerned mother warning her child about the dangers of placing one's dirty hands in their month. Traffic flowing in all directions.
But then as we turned onto Pennsylvania Avenue we started to hear a faint roaring sound, similar to that of falling water. We knew what it was. Freedom Plaza.
As we crossed 13th Street NW and approached the outskirts of the plaza we were greeted by a whole host of scenes. Two large models of the infamous military drone with a banner strung between them reading "Stop the Drones, Stop the Wars". An older man dressed in fancy coattails with a top-hat and a pig's nose, holding an empty can and sign that read "Brother, could you spare a billion"? A woman holding a sign that reads "Standing on the side of love". And other protesters as well, all just as unique.
But they all shared a common bond; that of frustration with their once grand government.
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