Daughter sent along a Facebook post from a friend of hers last night. He was hopping mad. That's his daughter in white running from rubber bullets and tear gas on Monday afternoon down by the now infamous church.
She's a former internationally ranked ice dancer who I won't name. Her parents are proud but shook. Her group was peacefully protesting, taking a knee, when without warning they were shot at with rubber bullets, tear gas and flash bombs. It's hard to believe this is America. Here in the DC area we are used to protests. We are used to riots and looting and all the things that come from folks who need to get something off their chests. We take it, clean up and move on. It's the way it's been done for hundreds of years. It's what makes us, us. Only a fool thinks they can stop it. If it moves underground it gets even more dangerous. That's the lesson we learned the hard way in the 60's.
As for the other great catastrophe of 2020, I did find some man fabric for more manly masks. Now I have a nice pile for the both of us. We're probably going to need them seeing all those folks protesting so close together and some without masks. The times we live in. Sigh.