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.