Shouts and honking horns… and a country being born?
Hey, hey, ho, ho… I don’t know. it’s been four days ago, as I write, that the second No Kings rally was held across the country—across the world. I can still hear the blaring horns; they sounded like music. Something fused and bubbled in the blare, a sense of connection and shared values, that isn’t going away. That was the uniqueness of this rally, or so I hope and feel at some deep place in my heart.
I attended the rally, with my sister and two friends, in Appleton, Wisconsin, where I now live—one of about 2,700 such rallies across the country. The several thousand people packing the streets of downtown Appleton were part of the 7 million people throughout the country who felt called upon to—shall we say?—join the future. This is my takeaway. This is why I’m writing about the rally today. Yeah, it’s over. But it’s not “done.”…