I didn’t go protest tonight at Moral Monday.
I did, however, walk past the North Carolina State Legislature at 8:30 p.m. It was still light out, but night was falling. The megaphones and the crowd chanting on the west side of the building were drowning out the crickets and frogs and the sporadic cars you’d normally hear while walking down Jones Street at 8:30 p.m.
The lights inside the building were on, so everything inside was lit up like a scene from a movie. On the south side of the building, around the corner from the protesters but very much not around the corner from the noise, I saw something noteworthy.
Two separate men sat in two separate offices, at two separate desks, both facing in the direction of the protestors. Each man sat very still, alone in his office, not typing, not reading, not writing, not talking on the phone. I don’t know who these politicians are, or which side they’re on, or what, exactly, they were doing sitting quietly at their desks, as still as if they were in church.
What I do know is that it looked like they were listening.