nd. Moments ago, as I was working on my computer, here in front of the White House, Pr. Carter Blaring from my speakers, the Posters I have Blaring Holocaust NOW, in the sweltering heat and sun... some large, young, male Zionis surrounded me, IDF from the look and sound of them. Hands were in my face, inches from me. Hate spitting from their lips. I don't pay attention to violent threats or insanity and inhumanity... so I kept working. It is not my business what others do, including to me. That's the Creator's business. Within 3 or 4 seconds I literally forgot that they were there. What brought their presence back to my attention was the appearance of two, large, looming male figures in black pants and white shirts... Secret Service agents. I again returned, 100%, my attention to my computer work. But I was aware that the Secret Service created space between me and the rabid, hate filled, enraged at what I was doing Zionis... and after a while, they spent themselves, realizing that they were invisible to me... and they disappeared. Will they come back? Will, eventually, I be disappeared on my late at night, 17 block walks home? Not my business. Not my concern. Freeing Palestine is my concern. (OH YES, I am PROFOUNDLY AWARE of how infinitely SAFE I am doing the work I do here. Had I been in Palestine I'd have been in prison, INDEFINITELY, AT BEST, in a matter of moments.

Moments ago, as I was working on my computer, here in front of the White House, Pr. Carter Blaring from my speakers, the Posters I have Blaring Holocaust NOW, in the sweltering heat and sun... some large, young, male Zionis surrounded me, IDF from the look and sound of them. Hands were in my face, inches from me. Hate spitting from their lips. I don't pay attention to violent threats or insanity and inhumanity... so I kept working. It is not my business what others do, including to me. That's the Creator's business. Within 3 or 4 seconds I literally forgot that they were there. What brought their presence back to my attention was the appearance of two, large, looming male figures in black pants and white shirts... Secret Service agents. I again returned, 100%, my attention to my computer work. But I was aware that the Secret Service created space between me and the rabid, hate filled, enraged at what I was doing Zionis... and after a while, they spent themselves, realizing that they were invisible to me... and they disappeared. Will they come back? Will, eventually, I be disappeared on my late at night, 17 block walks home? Not my business. Not my concern. Freeing Palestine is my concern. (OH YES, I am PROFOUNDLY AWARE of how infinitely SAFE I am doing the work I do here. Had I been in Palestine I'd have been in prison, INDEFINITELY, AT BEST, in a matter of moments.