“To Midwife Revolutions”


I drove down to DC last Friday night with a couple of friends, through fog on highways that were surprisingly quiet even near the city. Saturday morning, we took the Metro in from an outlying station around 7am. There was a trickle of other pink-hatted riders, and scattered others on the sidewalks around Farragut Square, but the streets were as subdued as I have ever seen them in the district. We were heading for a pre-march coffee meetup at the Association for Women in Science, but were early, so we walked a loop down to Lafayette Square, still blockaded with fences and stands from inauguration, to glimpse the White House. Other than the security fences and the leftover concrete barriers shuffled awkwardly to the side of the street, there were few signs of the activities the day before.

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