This morning I participated in a protest. It wasn't a huge protest but it was heartfelt. There were about 50 of us from First Pres standing in front of the courthouse waving signs that said things like "stop Asian hate" and "love your Asian neighbors." We were demonstrating in support of the Korean members of our congregation. Lots and lots of drivers beeped in what sounded like a friendly way as they drove by. As I stood there waving my sign I remembered other protests long long ago. Now, lest you think I was a wild youth protesting the Vietnam War, I really only remember two demonstrations from back in the day. The first one was a 'sit in,' actually a sit out, when George Wallace came to give a speech at Ball State during the height of the de-segregation, which he was against. Many of us sat on the lawn and refused to go inside to hear his rant. The only other time I remember demonstrating was at a Lutheran Women's regional gathering in Loiusville. We all walked several blocks in a large group singing hymns. Such a wild and crazy life I've had.
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