Wednesday, September 7, 2011

But It Was Over Quickly

More than ten taxis blocked the road. People obstructed traffic further with their bodies, forcing honking buses to take another route. After ten or so minutes, a solitary policeman made his way into the crowd, which squeezed around him. "{Whose car is this?}" he asked. Several men put up their arms and said, "{Mine.}" Any move the policeman made, the crowd followed him closely, pressed against him, all courage, everybody together. Where was his backup? What was the point of blocking the road? And why were we so glad that what looked like a protest was going on?

1 comment:

  1. The law can't punish the crowd, goes the saying.