The crowd moved, in one great mass, shouting, chanting, anything to cause disruption. And you were in the center of it, stood tall on an elevated platform, a microphone poised in your fingers. You leant into it and spoke.

“And if we don’t hold them accountable, who will?”

The crowd responded perfectly. That was until he arrived. Hurtling down and stopping directly behind you. They all fell silent.

“Good afternoon America.”

He finally gritted, voice booming across the open air.