Seeing the police car make way, the people kneeling felt a moment of joy, but it was tinged with grief: Maybe they're trying to ignore us?
"Brothers, do you really believe them? These people led you onto the streets, but have they ever cared about your children? Cared if you'll have enough to eat tomorrow?"
"When all the factories collapse and the jobs are gone, you'll regret it! And those big companies, they'll still be able to operate, they'll make a comeback, but what about me? What about you? Who among us can survive?!"
His voice sounded loud, as though his throat had an amplifier added to it.
As he spoke, he expressed himself passionately and dramatically to the surrounding workers who were watching.
However, he quickly realized that while the police car made way, the large pickup did not—it still moved at walking speed.
Mackinaw's ragged appearance, glaring headlights, and the smell of black smoke instinctively drew his focus to the vehicle:
