I was recently cleaning out my closet, and I came across a pin I was given in October/ November 2001, when I was protesting the war in Afghanistan. On the one hand, it feels fucking futile. We’re still there, and people like John Fucking Bolton are still around along with team torture. On the other hand, it may be the protest I’m most proud of participating in. Just me and a couple Quakers on the street corner holding signs when the world had gone mad.