The schedule for today included a Pro-Palestinian protest at Union Park, the primary park permitted for protests, and a Pro-Israeli protest at the park down the street where the fence was breached on Monday. I couldn’t imagine how this would work. It seemed like a major mistake in permitting.
I arrived via the Green Line for the third day in the mid-afternoon. There wasn’t much going on at Union Park. Just the usual people setting up and lines and lines of police. So I walked over to the other park, which was also designated as a permitted protest site, to see if anything was happening there.
A woman was speaking on a megaphone to an audience of a few. She was surrounded by cardboard tombstones of people who had died from drug overdoses. I remembered the group from the RNC as well. A couple of people unrolled a huge banner that read
Stop Bangledeshi Hindu Genocide by Islam.
Stop Blood Stained Bangladeshi Garments.
Yet another story of atrocities I know nothing about.
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