The things people will do when protesting outside a women’s clinic…
I don’t know why I continue to be surprised. It’s not like the protesters suddenly decided that they had nothing to protest anymore. The ‘how’ just changes.
People bringing their children along as if to make some sort of point. The names, the accusations, everything is still there.
I can deal with glares, and names, and accusations. Physical violence is rare, but short. Yelling, pleading; all normal.
Every time I think I’ve seen or experienced the lowest thing I can imagine, I keep getting surprised. I know I shouldn’t be.
I just feel like I’m losing faith in humanity.