The protest was quiet and respectful, so far. Jeff had been to other protests for different things in his younger years, primarily anti-war rallies. They'd been mostly peaceful, too.
Well, he'd never been arrested, anyway.
First time for everything, he thought, taking in the line of police. He held his sign, very proud of the message and the execution of same. It read, in bold, black letters on a yellow board: 'Yield for Human Rights!' It was nailed to a one by three, so he could raise it high and be seen.
Grace was here, somewhere, having gone off to talk to someone she knew. He sighed and made sure the folding chair he had for her wasn't too much in the sun. Jeff sipped his Chai tea, glad that the courtyard had some trees for shade. Pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose, he read some of the other signs.