I said, “Hey, I’m moving.
The cop in front of me jabbed my stomach with his nightstick. His second hit was on my wrist. I hadn't done anything wrong, but I had had enough and retreated to the National Geographic parking lot, where I retrieved the car and drove back to Annapolis to drink wine and eat soft-shelled crab by the harbor. My father asked how it went.
I told him, “As I expected.”
"Glad you're in one piece." We clinked glasses and he said, "Free Tibet."
"Free the world." My cousin and her husband joined the toast. It was a good cause.