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September 28, 2010

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I was walking my dog while talking on the phone with my older daughter two nights ago, and I asked her if she was protesting. She is a young woman in Austin, TX. and women were marching on the capitol to protest the legislature's determination to end legal abortions in Texas. "I did go down there," she said, "and I'll bike back down there again tonight, but I'm feeling cynical." She told me that they were trying to recapture the spirit of the night of the filibuster, but that had been spontaneous. But that wasn't the only problem. "It's kind of like a pep rally, isn't it?" I said. She agreed. She did go into the legislature building and face off with anti-abortion activists. She said it was the only time it felt useful. Otherwise, the speakers are preaching to the choir. I remember feeling the same way the first time I marched on Washington, back in 1980, an anti-nuclear rally. We were a huge crowd of people who agreed with ...

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