Capitals are nothing new to me. I've wandered Gamla Stan in Stockholm, trod the East End in London, marveled at the three languages of the street signs in Helsinki, watched a protest against Bush's reaction to Katrina in Oslo, saw the demonstration against the newspaper who published a cartoon about the Prophet in Copenhagen, marched for Women's Lives in DC. When the clarion call sounded for the One Nation Working Together, however, it resounded with a chord that I'd felt vibrating since the Teabaggers of Summer in 2009. They marched against everything, I wanted to march for something. For jobs, for peace, for justice, for my daughters, for me.
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