Iraq Protest

I spent Sunday afternoon marching with United for Peace & Justice. While I try to keep this blog apolitical, it's disheartening to think we are celebrating the fourth anniversary of a war that almost no one wants. In one of my rare Brooklyn black-eye moments, I overheard some  Cobble Hill folk discussing how pointless peaceful marching was and how it's just a democratic sham. Ah ... I do love the privileged.

Anyway, my three favorite march moments were the marching band we shadowed the whole way because they were so fun (does anyone know the green-outfitted band is?),  the ladies with the artfully placed silver batons, and the policeman who was using his megaphone to encourage us to keep marching for peace until the end.