I have to admit to a certain admiration for anyone who would march in pouring rain. Stubbornly marching for for a worthy cause that has lost its moment-in-time vitality is one thing, but marching for same while getting totally soaked is something else. If I was planning to march in NYC I would definitely say “forget it…not this horse…another day…I’m outta here.”
Protesters in the rain. There’s no place like New York City. pic.twitter.com/R3v05xHbag
— Alexis Benveniste (@apbenven) July 22, 2020
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