I saw you as the rain came down harder and smeared our March for Our Lives posters and turned their paint and markers into watercolor signs of protest and truth. I saw you shield your daughter by digging out her hood from her jacket and pulled it onto her head. You didn’t care, mom, that the rain was falling on your own head. Your first thought was for your daughter. She was a teen—16 or 17 years old, maybe. You rushed to cover her head to repel the raindrops from soaking her precious hair all the while marching to make sure she would not be killed by an AK47 at school. Moms are like that.
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to [email protected], or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.