Published: June 04, 2019
While shuffling along chanting slogans, a wave of emotion hits me. It feels like hope
There’s a light drizzle and the sky is grey and puffy. It’s a Tuesday in London. I’m walking down Charing Cross Road in the damp, on the way to the anti-Trump protests and wondering if The Donald himself was right: the protests are fake news, and actually, all the crowds are there to welcome him.
That weekend there’d been a bitter skirmish between Trump and London mayor Sadiq Khan (“He is a stone cold loser ” said Trump of Khan), and then on Monday a reception with the Queen, where Trump did the weird hybrid fist bump handshake thing and at dinner wore an ill-fitting white tux.
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