The cop in front of the White House was in a gloomy mood. All day long, all night long, pickets of the American Peace Mobilizationalways at least a dozen of themparaded up & down before the White House. Seven days a week, 24 hours a day, the relentless pickets kept at it.
Their leader, her hair awry, nails in deep mourning, knobby legs without stockings, splayed feet in battered old white moccasins, carried a U.S. flag. Others carried signs bearing anti-convoy sentiments; excerpts from Presidential speeches promising no foreign wars. A big Negro, third...
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