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I leave this town of Washington as I have found it…exhausted. I first arrived worn out from a thirty hour bus trip and I now return to my undisclosed location weary and worn from a wonderfully moving experience. My first impression of Washington was of a cold and sterile city and for the buildings,...
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It is morning and I have watched this Sunday expire from inside Freedom Plaza. The sundown was obscured by the buildings but as the light fades the plaza turns to soft pale shades of grey. These shades are in turn over taken by the flood lights from the Taste of D.C. next door and...
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Time has become a blur to me here; can it have only been seventy two hours? I’m tired and I’m eating only junk and I need a new set a feet. Day three has been filled with protest, the reason why we all came here. No more do we just sit in the plaza...
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The morning has come and the police have left the protestors alone in the park for the first night until four AM when they advised them that their rest period was over. The number who stayed in the park was diminished but their spirit was not. Union steel workers held a demonstration this morning...
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We are under way in freedom plaza; the weather was perfect and the police were cooperative; all else remains unknown. The crowds were large diverse and expectant, all are waiting for something. They are as diverse as a crowd can be yet they are united in the knowledge that something is very wrong in...
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I was in Freedom Square this morning before 8:00 AM. As I wandered the streets I ran into a group of women from Code Pink. They had driven twenty three hours straight-through all the way from East Texas. In the square we met another man named Dietrich who had flown in from California. Dietrich...
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After thirty hours of a bus rumbling across the roads of America I have arrived in Washington D.C. It is a city of burglar bars, graveyards and monuments to the dead. My first view of the city was of a cemetery filled with thousands of small government issued white tombstones, this land of the...
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Senior staff-writer David Glen Cox has traveled from Minnesota to Washington D.C. to take part in the “Human Needs, Not Corporate Greed” rally in Freedom Plaza. We will be posting his dispatches as they arrive.
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Heading due east — the sun rises late in the city. The streets come alive with the morning commuter swarms long before the sun crest’s the skyline. I’m on my way to Washington D.C. as the sky takes on its morning coat of pale blue grey. I suppose that it has been longer than...
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