I went to the Pittsburgh peace vigil for Iran tonight. As the announcement stated:
As concerned Americans (and other nationalities involved with the planning) who acknowledge that Western governments must not overstep their boundaries in this matter, it is simply the intention of this
grassroots vigil to show support for the human right to peaceful assembly and to protest election
fraud worldwide.

People gathered in Market Square and handed out candles to light, green ribbons and bands to wear in support. Others brought signs, poetry, words. Some people sang the Iran national anthem, and I stood there holding my candle quietly, watching generations bring their voices together. At the end, one young man stepped forward and started singing again. Sometimes the peaceful things, our subtleties, are most intense. I want to write more, but I’m still wrapping my head around it. I know how helpless one can feel at times like this. I think it’s important that we find ways to show support, to be present, to acknowledge and listen to the people around us. Not just the people we see every day, and not just the people in our cities, our country. But people; humanity as a whole.