Yesterday I saw a "Free Tibet!" demonstration in midtown. It was a great reminder for me that many people of the world are still fighting for autonomy and freedom of religion, while we can enjoy these freedoms here in the States, especially during the holiday season.
I don't often go to the Times Square district (too many tourists), so I found this devotion to faith and homeland a refreshing change from the usual overwhelming commercialism that bombards the senses from every direction.
I was trying to find a street address for my errand, so I crisscrossed the protesters twice. The first time I passed them by, a demonstrator handed me the flyer you see pictured above. It reminded me of the famous album cover for Rage Against the Machine that shows a monk burning himself to death in protest. Such passion and pain!
About a block later, an African-American New Yorker dressed as a security guard looked at me, smiled, and gave me the "Power to the People" fist. I immediately smiled back. Exactly.
