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#StandWithTheProphetProtest 1/2 / When I arrived at the protest there wasn't much shouting; even the man on the megaphone drawled in a laconic, uneven voice, addressing Muslims who'd already, for the most part, gone inside to attend the conference. There were car horns honking & the engines of stationary motorcycles in loose herds in the half-empty parking lot but there were no rhyming chants, no songs, just signs held up and laughter and big Texas smiles as if we were at the fair and somebody was bringing corny dogs. // Later, running through my head - "the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls." The storm had either passed or we were standing in the eye of it. Peace, like a river. // The only shouts came from the woman in the center of the photo above - "Muslim = terrorism! No sharia law! Muslim = terrorism! No sharia law!" She was part of a group of about 20 who'd surrounded a woman in hijab; the conversation was polite & restrained although, being claustrophobic, the thought of being surrounded by even a polite crowd was too much for me. The yelling woman was a mechanical wind-up toy, her irregular shouts like a fist pumping the sky. Power, seemingly. Fear, maybe.
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