Day two. Written with a thin black marker on a minuscule white board in awkward large letters that signify the number of days 54 year old James M. Conis has sat on Court Square behind a plastic folding table that hung a sign that screamed “ELDER EXPLOITATION HUNGER STRIKE” in huge block letters.
He was such a peculiar man, not your average protester. He was stout, yet looked respectable, wearing a starched white button up, black trousers, a gold watch, and a checkered newsboy hat. A woman with salt and pepper hair approached him cautiously, measuring his amount of sanity up and down with her eyes. “Can you explain to me what you are doing?” the woman quietly spoke. With his lips pursed, he pointed to a sign on his table reading “I will not speak because my father cannot speak.” He handed her a thick stapled handout packet informing her about his protest. She nodded in understanding and they began …show more content…
Written with a thin black marker on a minuscule white board in awkward large letters that signify the number of days 54 year old James M. Conis has sat on Court Square behind a plastic folding table that hung a sign that screamed “ELDER EXPLOITATION HUNGER STRIKE” in huge block letters.
He was such a peculiar man, not your average protester. He was stout, yet looked respectable, wearing a starched white button up, black trousers, a gold watch, and a checkered newsboy hat. A woman with salt and pepper hair approached him cautiously, measuring his amount of sanity up and down with her eyes. “Can you explain to me what you are doing?” the woman quietly spoke. With his lips pursed, he pointed to a sign on his table reading “I will not speak because my father cannot speak.” He handed her a thick stapled handout packet informing her about his protest. She nodded in understanding and they began to converse. She spoke, he wrote back and forth. Their conversation lasted for about forty minutes, ending in a short embrace and a soft
He was such a peculiar man, not your average protester. He was stout, yet looked respectable, wearing a starched white button up, black trousers, a gold watch, and a checkered newsboy hat. A woman with salt and pepper hair approached him cautiously, measuring his amount of sanity up and down with her eyes. “Can you explain to me what you are doing?” the woman quietly spoke. With his lips pursed, he pointed to a sign on his table reading “I will not speak because my father cannot speak.” He handed her a thick stapled handout packet informing her about his protest. She nodded in understanding and they began …show more content…
Written with a thin black marker on a minuscule white board in awkward large letters that signify the number of days 54 year old James M. Conis has sat on Court Square behind a plastic folding table that hung a sign that screamed “ELDER EXPLOITATION HUNGER STRIKE” in huge block letters.
He was such a peculiar man, not your average protester. He was stout, yet looked respectable, wearing a starched white button up, black trousers, a gold watch, and a checkered newsboy hat. A woman with salt and pepper hair approached him cautiously, measuring his amount of sanity up and down with her eyes. “Can you explain to me what you are doing?” the woman quietly spoke. With his lips pursed, he pointed to a sign on his table reading “I will not speak because my father cannot speak.” He handed her a thick stapled handout packet informing her about his protest. She nodded in understanding and they began to converse. She spoke, he wrote back and forth. Their conversation lasted for about forty minutes, ending in a short embrace and a soft