So, it turns out my weather fear was premature. The day was filled with the most glorious snow, but not too cold, and given the route we took on mainly quiet backroads, it couldn’t have been a better day. We stopped at a Shaker village in Canterbury. That’s the photo below.
The police here have been great. The second day, I reported on the ranger who thought me nuts when I asked him whether he was among the 4% who didn’t believe it important to reduce the influence of money in politics. Saturday, in our treacherous final 4, a police car passed us, doubled back, passed us again, doubled back again, and then passed us with his horn honking, thumbs up. And then yesterday, as we passed through a tiny village, a car pulled along and, after reading our signs, stopped and directed traffic as we passed through the town. It may be because we’re carrying the flag. Or it may be because they’re officers in a state whose constitution expressly protects the right of rebellion (see Article 10). Whatever, it is fantastic to see.
The group keeps growing. We were joined by a couple whose politics are split: he’s from the right; she’s from the left. This was the only activism they could do together. We continue to be joined by people who had walked with Granny D.
Today, on MLK Day, we continue our walk to Concord. King, like Granny D, was a walker. A much more difficult revolution grew from his action. We take smaller steps, for an easier cause. Yet one which today is just as important to realizing the dream of equality that he so powerfully defended.