Freedom of Speech
Craving a fix of street photography, I decided to cruise the streets of Tulsa. Downtown proved uneventful, and I had decided to abandon the pursuit of human activity for a trip to the camera store instead. On the way, I came across a small protest at 41st and Yale. I pulled over and took the opportunity to photograph what was happening. As I began talking with the folks in attendance, they informed me that a larger demonstration was being organized for the following week. I immediately made plans to attend.
Embedded in the fabric of our great nation is freedom of speech, the right to demonstrate and let our voices be heard. No matter your world view, opinion, passionate stance on a subject or political affiliation, you can speak out. It is a freedom that not all nations share.
Upon my return the following week, I could see the preparations taking place. The weather was much nicer with temperatures in the low 80’s. It was near 100 degrees the week before. At 10am attendees started to gather, coming in from every direction. They populated about 200 feet south on Yale and stretched nearly the same distance east on 41st Street. Around 70 people of various ages and backgrounds gathered on that corner in midtown Tulsa to voice their opposition to the current administration. With sign and voice they actively engaged in the above mentioned freedoms.
Music filled the air between a few scheduled speakers, along with the aroma of burgers and hotdogs. These could be acquired at no charge along with free drinks scattered in various ice chests.
Booths were set up for resourcing. You could make a button, grab a sign and even register to vote.
The activity drew the attention of passers-by, as well as local media. There were many honks of support and few in dissent. It was America in a nutshell.
I am glad I stumbled upon this the week prior.
