The police watched us. The march leaders chanted, “Tell me what democracy looks like!” We answered, “This is what democracy looks like!” Ducking under signs and umbrellas, I saw us, the left, grim-faced and determined. The gray sky and rain added a heaviness. I pivoted and noted the absence of Black New Yorkers. Where were we? I left the march, carried my sign on the A-train…
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