Ten years ago --plus a couple of weeks or so--I was standing outside the jail in downtown Seattle, screaming my head off. I was screaming in unison with a thousand other people, forming words to communicate with the protesters who had illegally been shoved inside the jail. I doubt it worked in terms of comprehensible communication, but it did get one message across--that there was massive solidarity outside that jail. The jailed protesters could hear us, and knew we were out there with our unshakeable determination. And the jailers knew it, too.
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