I recieved an email notice of tomorrow’s rally in downtown San Fransisco. The email also called for weekly anti-war meetings.

I jotted down the details of the rally on my calender, when a thought occured that this very act would be a matter of life and death in North Korea. A sudden fear gripped me. I imaged the different times and places where people lived in oppression; Cambodian Khmer Rouge under Pol Pot, Chinese Cultural Revolution, current Sudan, also ironically, former Iraq under Saddam Hussein.

Shivers ran down my spine. I imagined those who died for freedom. I felt relieved in the notion that we were safe to demonstrate here.