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  • People were out in the streets. Out in the parks. All over the sidewalks and filling any open space they could, provided they would not get run over or over run. Or at least they would ensure they had enough mass at any moment to forgo any of those possibilities. They put up tents with signs. They sang and cheered and criticized and laughed and cheered and sang again. Then the police came. And still, defiant, they sang and cheered and all that other stuff all over again. My countrymen and women. They spoke out against. And they rallied against. And they sang against.

    And I didn’t.

    I didn’t join my countryfolk. I didn’t participate in history. I didn’t’ cheer a single cheer or sing a single song from any of the many. I didn't even hold up a lousy sign.

    Because the system already beat me. I’ve already been manhandled by an overzealous cop waving his badge of authority at me. I’ve already felt like an animal deprived of my humanity because I’m locked in a cell. I’ve already been to jail enough times to know I don’t want to go back.

    I didn’t stand and rally with you O’ countryfolk of mine.

    I was scared. And I’m sorry.
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