Practicing Martyrdom? From Liturgy as Protest to Protest as Liturgy

Abstract

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” I exclaim, all of my muscles and senses relaxing back to their state of mild hypervigilance. “I’m pretty new to town, so I’m still getting used to all of this,” I explain, gesturing all around me.” My internal monologue is working to calm me down and berate me at the same time—wtf, body? It’s not like the cops are going to calmly tap you on the shoulder. The feds sure as hell won’t. I take a breath. “What’s up?”