I realized today that I don't even want to observe the protesters and the police response. I don't want to be there when the shit goes down. All of it scares me. I kind of freaked out at Chris because one of the media guys that he was going around with today accidentally got hit with pepper spray. I got upset because Chris almost got hit with pepper spray. Since when did I become an over-protective mother?
Instead of viewing in person, I read about several of the things that happened today. Even though many of the protesters had good messages and were not breaking any laws, there were a few others that spoiled that message. What does a broken window or a slashed tire say? Does it say that the U.S. should stop the war in the Middle East, or does it say that there's a bunch of people acting like rebelious teenagers simply trying to get attention?
What I know is that even though I didn't have the courage to go to the Capital to observe, I know where I stand. The conclusion I take from this is that those people don't know how to articulate their anger and frustration and instead use destruction of property as a means to vent that anger. I wonder if it's working...