She just watched an American flag burn. She’s holding a melted twisted strip of stars and stripes that she rescued from the ground.
It was a Saturday walk with a friend to catch up about vacation, the holidays, families, and life in general. As they turned a corner window shopping they heard the ever present roar of crowds echoing the shouts of a megaphone. France – forever full of protests and people practicing their right to expression. They wandered closer to find a barrage of flags and signs demanding support and justice in Gaza. Gaza Gaza nous sommes tous avec toi! Paix! Israel Assasine..Israel Terrorists – the signs blazoned against the shadows of buildings and the sun setting and the cars honking at the blocked streets. They followed the protestors, sympathetic with the cause of Gaza, not sure if they supported every message that was shouted in French and Arabic, but wanting to be a part of the general outcry of objection against the humanitarian crisis in Palestine. At the center of Nantes they stopped with the mass that was growing more and more irate, moving to the edge to witness what would happen next. As people begin to disperse with their children and friends, several small groups of men gathered together to burn Israeli and American Flags. Using small paper fires to start an inferno, she watched the red and blue melt together to the shouts of triumph. She watched the men hold up the fire as a smoky symbol (of what she wasn’t exactly sure) and then witnessed others spit the fire out.
She is confused. It was the first time she ever saw anything like that up close. She doesn’t know how to feel.
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