We’ve all seen the photos: fewer people showed up to see Donald J. Trump’s Presidential Inauguration than expected.
A few blocks from the sparse crowds along the parade route, demonstrators locked arms and shut down security checkpoints. Protesters threw bricks at police vehicles and set fire to a limousine while police shot flash bangs and pepper spray.
Martin Luther King told of his growing nightmares and his enduring dreams in the rolling, hypnotic cadences of the rural preacher. But it was the humane, incorruptible mystique of the man that won the crowd, his crescendo phrases winning affirmations of “amen” and “Say it, brother” again and again.