Here’s why I was holding back my experiences at the NYC tea party from earlier this week:
The night turned chilly as dusk settled into darkness, and a dampness hung in the air from the rain that had fallen earlier in the day. In a sea of citizens who said they were fighting for freedom, I saw young men dressed as American Indians. I saw tea being brandished in protest. And I heard plenty of anger about taxes and tyranny.
This wasn’t Boston on Dec. 16, 1773. I was in New York City on April 15, 2009.
Read the rest in the Washington Post Outlook section.