Wednesday, November 12th, 2003

I’m in a darkened theater with Susannah. There’s a middle-aged black woman presiding over a contest. She’s asking the audience to vote on their favorite of 4 banners/flags. The first one she holds up is ours and we hoot and cheer along with much of the audience. The second one gets a little less applause. The third one only gets one guy yelling. He says something about wanting to have sex with the woman who made it. The black woman threatens to come over and beat him up.