Our vigil to recognize International Human Rights Day came complete with a serendipitous discovery. After 35 minutes in the cold, six ferocious women in golden szmatas (that would be us) beat it down the subway steps by Food Emporium, just east of Broadway, and there we found a paradise with much pedestrian traffic. We didn’t even have to swipe a Metrocard to be there. So lovely were we (or maybe pathetic would be a better word), that some women thrust dollar bills at us. A trifle embarrassing, but hey, now we know what to do if times get tough. As Eva-Lee, Eleanor and I headed into the subway to make our way home, we found more than 25 folks hypnotized by a wall with thousands of post-its expressing the loves and concerns of citizens of the world, written one by one by all of us. The City Council official photographer was there, pursuing his own portrait project. He recognized me from City Council meetings and told me what a great bunch of activists we are. Then Eleanor and I got to break yet another camera lens.
video: Eva-Lee Baird
for the Granny Peace Brigade