It's getting so I can't get away from them.
I didn't even know it was happening. I just stumbled onto it. We were in Asbury Park for a quick visit, and I had gone to an art gallery to see a show called Lost in the Flood. The artist's name is Noel Kassewitz, and I believe she has a concern about rising sea levels. The show has some really neat paintings (if you'd like to see them, click here.) And she also makes rafts, just in case you get caught in a flood. Here's one of the rafts.
She's even included some flippers and a pair of goggles, just in case you need them. My daughter tells me the pictures on the raft are the Mouth of Truth in Rome.
After that I thought I'd walk home on the boardwalk. It was a glorious April afternoon, and as I turned onto the boardwalk what should I see but a large line of people walking silently, carrying signs and encouraging us to know the people who have died in ICE custody. Here's another shot.
All in all, it was an archetypal Asbury afternoon, a mix of serendipity with a little dash of whimsy, and a substrate of serious. I wish I could say this happens every day, but it doesn't. On the other hand, it did happen yesterday.
One last shot of the marchers. You're looking at middle America. Trump has lost the middle.
See also Politics on a Very Hot Day; It Was Wet, We Were Angry; They'll Kill Anybody for No Reason; A Mural Is Born; Somotomo.
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