Just over the hill from my house a group of people meet every Saturday morning.
They are known around town simply as 'the protestors.'
Or as I like to call them: people way more responsible than me.
For some reason the corner of Airport and Whitesburg has become the go to locale for protestors.
Every Saturday morning - rain or shine - they meet at the four corners and protest or support various causes.
And what are the issues they are concerned with?
Well, it started out with one corner being the pro-peace corner and one corner being the pro-troops corner.
Now though it has branched out and people come to protest or support all kinds of things.
Its a veritable current events smorgasbord.
This couple?
They're supporting the teachers in Wisconsin.
These gentlemen?
They are supporting the people in Libya.
How cool is it that they bring kids?
What a great opportunity for that little guy to learn about free speech and democracy.
Ya know what my kids did this morning?
They ate fruity pebbles and goofed off.
However, this morning the five year old and I rolled down the hill around nine and there were no protestors.
The corners looked so empty without them.
He immediately noticed and asked where they were.
I told him maybe they just weren't out yet.
His lovely response:
"Maybe the things they were upset about got better."
Poor kid...such idealism can't be good for him.
No worries, though.
When we drove back by at ten it was packed.
Hmph!
Lazy protestors.
Don't they know I need them there by nine?
So we got home and I asked each of the minions what they would protest if they could.
I told them to write it on a piece of paper and I would photograph them with their protest signs.
"No more salad!"
"Girls."
And I took the liberty of answering for the baby:
Hmmm...
I'll make them socially responsible one day.
Ya know I've never protested.
My protest is against my own apathy.
Protesting - its on my 'things to do before I die list.'
Just not today...
SO Cute! I can just hear sweet James saying..........Maybe everything is okay. I am also thankful that he did not want to protest Math facts. P.S. Tell him when I was in second grade long long ago............that is EXACTLY what I would have protested!
ReplyDeleteLOVE it!! So funny. LOL several times. I thought about those folks as I drove past today. You are too much. I love the salad protest the best.
ReplyDeleteVery cute post Paula. As someone who used to attend the church on that corner I can tell you that they are taking their lives in their hands! The tornado memorial there had to be repaired a couple of times in the last several years because of folks turning too wide on that intersection. You have to be an observant, spry protestor on that corner.
ReplyDeleteHey, I am the youngest of "these young gentlemen" and I think it's a good thing your doing with this blog. Protesting is all about expressing your opinion, standing up for any good cause. That was my second time protesting and I was their standing up for Libyans and I'm an Egyptian. (My first time protesting was 2 weeks early at the exact spot for Egypt :)
ReplyDeleteI love that he just thought that maybe all of the issues had been resolved :) What a beautiful, innocent spirit!!
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