this morning #2292.

this morning, he stretched his arms out wide right in front of me & shouted for us to STEP BACK. i tried to do as he said but there was a wall of people behind me. a wall behind them. i only managed to move a few inches back before a group of men starting laying down a line of wooden barricades in front of us. now i couldn’t move forward & couldn’t STEP BACK. he continued yelling at us but there was nothing we could do. a car honk in a traffic jam. the woman to the left of me started yelling back. he ignored her at first but then she spit out two words designed to get his attention. FACIST BASTARD. he stared right back at her & just smirked. in that noxious look i immediately knew—this commotion was destined to end up with someone getting seriously hurt.