What we didn’t hear
You couldn’t miss him. He made a striking image.
He was covered in the shawls Jews wear for prayers, carried a long staff and shuffled slowly among the hundreds of marchers headed for Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel’s house in skimpy sandals.
He said he was a modern-day Moses, waiting to lead the way for the preservation of the mental health clinics that the city plans to shutter.
Photographers trolling the crowd last Saturday at one of the many NATO protest marches couldn’t help see him.
But I fear that not many journalists heard him. I fear that not only was his voice lost in the din and sometime disorienting chaos of the last few days of NATO marches, but so too was the voice of so many others with heartfelt and important stories about the lives we live today.