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far, did you? That’s a pretty big lynch mob.
        “No, look, they’re carrying something beside the torches. They look like signs or something,” Peter said, straining his eyes.
        “You’ve got to be kidding me. A demonstration? Here in the slums? What good is that going to do?” Henry asked when he realized they were a large crowd of demonstrators advancing toward them in the street carrying torches and placards.
        “I haven’t seen anything like this in years,” Peter said. “What do they hope to accomplish?”
        Some of the signs became visible in the distance. Bring Back the Constitution and Democracy, Not Plutocracy were inscribed on some of them. Peter saw a large sign, which read Impeach President Frump on it. The sign also contained a picture of the current U.S. president, Ronald E. Frump, with a red mark slashed across his face.
        “I don’t believe it. It’s an actual protest demonstration. Here in Inner City,” Henry said with awe in his voice.
        Peter glanced around and saw the other people on the sidewalks waiting for the crowd of marchers like rows of spectators waiting for a parade. A nearby group even broke the general rule of non-interaction and shouted over to him.
        “Hey, do you know what’s going on?”
        Peter shook his head while Henry answered, “I have no idea, pal. I just hope they’re peaceful.”
        As the crowd of protesters continued to advance, more details became evident. Peter could now read the smaller signs the protesters were carrying as well as the large ones. Peter saw the phrase Families Need a Living Wage on one and All Children Need an Education on another.
        “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many people on the street at once,” Billy said, sucking nervously on a cigarette while gawking at the advancing mob. “At least not since the Riots of ’52 and I only saw those on TV.”
        “I have to agree with you, Billy. It’s very unusual,” Henry said as the vanguard of the protesters approached their position.
        The protesters walked side-by-side, taking up three-and-a-half lanes of the four-lane street. Peter could clearly hear their shouts above the murmuring of the spectators on the sidewalks.
        “Join us! Help us to fight for freedom!” a voice shouted from the crowd.
        “I’m surprised this ain’t on the news,” Billy commented as the protesters began walking past them in the street shouting slogans.
        “Come with us, brothers! Unite for a common goal!” one of the demonstrators yelled as she walked by.
        “These people are crazy,” Henry said, rolling his eyes.
        “You got that right, Henry,” Billy agreed, shaking his head. “Why aren’t they all home watch’n TV like they’re supposed to be.”
        “Hey, guys, look who’s leading the parade!” Henry shouted, pointing to a tall black man in his early thirties striding confidently at the center of the front line of protesters.
        “No way!” Billy said, as he spotted the tall, well-dressed figure at the front of the group. “It’s that famous civil rights activist from TV! What’s his name again? Oh yeah, Martin Prince.”
        “Martin Prince is leading the protesters!” Henry exclaimed. “Can you believe that, Peter? Someone famous is leading this motley group!”
        “Yeah, it’s unbelievable,” Peter replied, distractedly.
        He became silent as the demonstrators continued to march by. Peter had not seen anything like this since he was a teenager watching the History Channel on TV. He remembered watching similar protests where people marched against war and discrimination in the last century. He wasn’t sure, but he guessed it was some time during the 1950’s when the demonstrations occurred. Anyway, computers were his specialty, not history.
        Peter was a highly paid computer programmer before the Depression of 2049 hit. Back then, he had a