Yesterday I watched as the school kids, softball teams, marching bands, politicians, and cultural organizations walked in our towns yearly parade of spirit. Mixed in, and new to this years procession, was a local group fighting for their voices to be heard. Right or wrong, without speaking, they made more of an impression on the crowds gathered for our city’s annual celebration than anything else—flags flying high as they went by and whispers of why they were so prominent lingering after they passed. I hope that some along the route carried their curiosity long enough to realize it was a statement and not just a display, a moment where the voiceless had a voice, and silently took stand for what they believed in.—Dominick
PS-Borrowed the title from Discharge by way of Metallica. Check out the NSFW song here.
