MY LEGS SHOOK and my voice was sore from shouting into a crappy megaphone, but after seeing the sitting president of the United States call my friends, family (and to some extent — me) “animals,” I knew that I had to speak up.
“It feels a little strange to be up here,” I began. “Because of, yeah, the nerves, but I don’t feel like I, of all people, should be giving a speech at a protest — like, I’m just a guy.”
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