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August 30, 2004
A weekend in New York
Sunday I had to load out and strike "High Cotton" from the theatre where we performed. It was my last official duty as the lone Producer for High Cotton. Producing High C was pretty stressful. So many things in my life got pushed back so that I could follow through with this TITC commitment. I think it was worth it in some ways. It's taught me so much. Throughout the whole endeavor I kept reminding myself that a person's principles are truly honored when it's difficult to honor them otherwise a person's principles are merely pontifications.
Something else happened in NYC this weekend; a massive protest against the Republican National Convention. I saw a few of them in the McDonalds on my way to strike the set. It was almost as exciting as a star sighting. I couldn't help but stare. I fought the urge to speak to them. Instead of asking for an autograph, I wanted to go up to them and ask, "Really? You Really believe this?" It was fascinating to me. How awful they must feel in a town that while, as far as I can see hasn't been inhospitable, has a palpable dislike and mistrust of what they are trying to keep in our country; a loss of Freedom, a continuation of a ruinous war, and a President that brings a convention here in the hopes of coat-tailing on an American tragedy.
A friend of mine worked security for the protest. I've posted some pictures in my photo album.
It's pretty awesome to be in a place where such things can happen. I do love New York City.
Posted by mermu at August 30, 2004 09:51 AM
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I did not take the pictures in the Protest Album.
Theresa, I too thought the coffin picture and the picture of the man holding up his son were the most moving.
Posted by: ME at August 30, 2004 08:45 PM
did you take all the pictures in your album? If so, they are great; if not, they are still great.
Posted by: mom at August 30, 2004 08:19 PM
I checked out all the latest pictures in your photo album. All of them turned out really well. The one that moved me the most (actually there were a couple) was the father holding up a picture of his deceased son and the other, all the flag draped coffins among the crowd.
Posted by: Theresa at August 30, 2004 04:50 PM
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