Will we always be this way?
"The people do not want war!"
These were the words that did it, that knocked the composure out of me. I was standing at what felt like the heart of Chicago on a January afternoon, corner of Wabash and Wacker, next to the river and beneath the tower known as Trump. The crowd had swelled by this time to nearly a thousand.
I kept looking up at the letters. They were two stories high: TRUMP. Smugly in command of God knows what -- the whole world? As their presence became ever more unbearable, the speaker's words suddenly pulled me back into the present moment. They put the matter as simply as
