They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

looked at the cart. He looked at the veteran with one leg. He looked at me, shivering in my bomber jacket. He hesitated. He knew. He knew that arresting a grandmother and a vet on livestream would be a PR nightmare. But he had his orders. Protect property. Serve the law.

“If you don’t move, I have to cite you,” he said, his voice dropping. “Please. continue reading …