In a flash, I saw a stone flying towards me from an irate youth I believed to be a thug. It missed my windscreen by a few inches. Then another stone flew right at my window, but I heard the thud at the rear of the vehicle.
Although I narrowly escaped being stoned like my Biblical ancestor, that split-second incident told me all I needed to know about the nationwide protest that began on August 1. It had been hijacked too early, at least in my…
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