So you want to protest?

Tuesday night I had a meeting at 5:30 on Broadway and Duane. I'm meeting Daniel and need to be on time. Well, I left work at 5:00 on the dot, got to Broadway and Anne and all the streets are closed. I tell the first police officer that I need to get through and he's like, nope, streets are closed. So, I'm like, OK, I'll walk down to Church and go over a few more blocks. It's closed for like 10 blocks. Each police officer I see, not letting me through. I see the person we're meetig with and yell for her, she sees me, and finally I make it through. So, as we get to Broadway, I realize this is the immigration protest! Oh my goodnesss, they are so loud and so big in number. Daniel had to walk from Canal street all the way down, fairly good little walk. It was just really interesting to see all the people and all the signs and flags and everything.

I don't know all the ins and outs of the issue and exactly what they are protesting, but I do find it odd that certain "Americans" are trying to keep "foreigners" out. Aren't we all foreigners, save the Native Americans? It's so crazy to think about it, but I guess some feel that possession really is 9/10ths of the law. We've been here long enough, it's ours. We determine when you can come to our country, we determine if you can be one of us, yet what really is one of us? Do we really have any rights here? We're basically all just borrowing space that really didn't belong to our ancestors and yet we want to deny others of doing exactly that.