Before we set out for the No Kings march in New York on Saturday, my ten-year-old son had reservations. Would the crowds be enormous? Wouldn’t it be chaotic? He was nervous. He was right to be. But I had already bought him white posterboard and red and blue duct tape, and the hardware store might not take returns. Besides, I explained, it may feel overwhelming and even scary to march in such a big crowd. But the entire rest of your life will be far more overwhelming and scary if what people are marching against prevails. That seemed to stick. For some icing on the cake, I told him that his children will ask him whether he attended the No Kings march. I saw a look in his eyes that suggested the first moment a person is afraid of his children. Now you know how I feel, I chuckled to myself…