It could have rained yesterday but it didn’t
It could have rained in D.C. yesterday but it didn’t
It was sunny, even warm
Unlike the others who the week before, had marched in the afternoon and night, masked, screaming threatening, these people walked midday in daylight.
Many of the men draped prayer shawls on their shoulders, black stripes against vast fields of cream and white.
The others, both men and women, had worn scarves of snaggle-toothed boxes tightly wrapped around their heads and faces.
They prayed, praising God and submitting themselves to his justice.
The others splattered red paint on the stone pillars of the perimeter barricade encircling the White House.
A Senator marched. When asked why he was there, he replied “Of course I’m here, how could I not!”
A Representative spoke, detailing expulsion from country after country. It was as if he had witnessed them himself.
The daughter of the late Iranian Shah attended holding Iranian and Israeli flags.
It was a beautiful fall day in the District of Columbia.