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Some Go By the Book; Others Follow Their Conscience
Sylvia Taylor, 15, left, of Kent, Ohio, and her mother, Sheri Leafgran, find common ground during the protest. Leafgran said she feels a sense of hopelessness in the nation.
(By Marvin Joseph -- The Washington Post)
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"Get your signs!" the baby-faced volunteer yelled, giving away antiwar posters on the Ellipse with the zeal of a popcorn vendor at a baseball game. "Signs here! Get your signs here!"
The crowd snapped them up, not pausing to consider one sentiment ("From New Orleans to Iraq, Stop the War on the Poor") over another ("Troops Out Now"). The distributor, Alex Gould, 24, of Providence, R.I., said thousands of the signs had been printed in New York by the Troops Out Now coalition.
"People want to express their opinions -- that's why we have different slogans," Gould said. "But the message is the same. The real threat is from the Bush administration and the capitalist class."
Steps away, Hayes Greene, a 27-year-old District resident, was making his capitalist contribution to the cause, selling small, lightweight stools at $12 a pop -- although business was hardly brisk. The young entrepreneur saw nothing contradictory about trying to make a few bucks off the march: If the demonstrators rested their feet, he reasoned, they'd stay longer and make a bigger difference.
"I'm killing two or three birds with one stone," he said.
-- Jo Becker * * *
Officer and Gentleman
Julia Riches, a demonstrator from New York, teetered along the railing of the Treasury Annex in heels, a black-and-white gown, elbow-length gloves and a tiara.
"Darling, it's my White House, my Treasury Department," she told the police officer who evicted her from her perch and gave her a hand down.
-- Jo Becker
