No Kings, the Second Time Around
The march began for me at the subway platform uptown, where I waited to get on a train to the march.
I noticed an elderly woman carrying a handmade sign that said,
No dictators/no kings. When asked about it, she replied,
I would have called Trump a cunt, but he lacks the depth and warmth.
I finally made it off the subway train with hundreds of other protesters and made my way up the packed stairs onto Seventh Avenue at the edge of New York's Times Square.
Author's summary: A personal account of a march.