During a recent visit to the Smithsonian in Washington, DC, I was reminded of how fascinating steam locomotives are. My son and I were there on a rather peculiar day, amid the Army’s 250th birthday parade and an anti-Trump protest scheduled for later that day. It was a curious scene, with a family sporting a “king” t-shirt right next to demonstrators.
The atmosphere felt almost theatrical—like something out of “West Side Story.” Despite the political tensions, it was a lively gathering. Behind the museum walls, flags waved, and patriotic decor filled the space, but there was also an air of heightened security. Snow plows were blocking streets as if they were gearing up for something significant.
I chatted with Jeremy from Virginia. He shared that dropping an eight-mile concrete barrier for the parade was just a small part of his business, but it was a lucrative one. It’s intriguing how, among the millions spent on the parade—between $25 to $45 million, interestingly—money circulates back into these small operations, emphasizing the little stories that get lost in the bigger picture.
Meanwhile, around a thousand demonstrators gathered near the parade, suggesting that the police presence was quite necessary. It did make me wonder how much the protests, like those involving 2,000 people, actually cost taxpayers. Sure, people have a right to protest, but, well, perhaps it’s worth considering the impact of doing so on larger events.
Katie and Cindy, visiting from Georgia, clearly were supporters of Trump, immersed in the patriotic spirit of the Army parade. But then there were others like Scott from Seattle, who wore a “no kings” shirt, adorned with American flags—his intent clear.
Interestingly, amidst the festivities, I noticed how respectful political conversations, even between opposing sides, unfolded. At one moment, I witnessed two women in Trump gear trying to convince men in Pride apparel that Trump wasn’tas divisive as portrayed. It was hard to say if anyone’s mind changed, but the tone of conversation felt somewhat hopeful.
These genuine interactions can counteract fear and division. Yet, it seems both sides often try to isolate their supporters, maintaining ideological purity as they consume information selectively. The algorithms perpetuate these homogenous communities, leaving little room for real conversation.
On Saturday, DC felt unique, with Trump supporters and dissenters coexisting near one another. Despite their differences, there was an order to it all, and as the day came to a close, I think both groups felt a sense of fulfillment.
Fireworks lit up the sky, while the ground maintained a sense of calm. A notable highlight that day was the Museum of American History, particularly since it coincided with Flag Day, showcasing the original star-spangled banner from the War of 1812. My son remarked, “I didn’t think it would be that big.” Yes, it’s a massive flag, representing a vast and diverse nation, yet also highlighting the fractures caused by political, racial, and identity issues.
But, you know, when we engage in smaller conversations and truly listen, those fractures might just begin to mend. I felt a glimpse of that hope during our time in the nation’s capital. Here’s hoping it’s a trend that continues to grow.
