“They literally ran away from the people of Philadelphia.” It was going to be the march of all marches. It was going to go on for so long, be seen by millions. It was going to make them famous. The marchers, part of a group called Patriot Front, were there to make history. Instead, they ran.
The story begins with this group, labeled by the Anti-Defamation League as a “white supremacist group whose members maintain that their ancestors conquered America and bequeathed it solely to them.”
Members of this group wanted to march. And in so doing, they would show the world their power. They would show their fearlessness. Everyone would see them.
Only this is not how it went. They did indeed show up. And they marched. Through the street of the great city of Philadelphia, they marched. There were a couple of hundred of them, and they wore their hate proudly.
Only they didn’t count on the people. As full of hate as they were, the bystanders brimmed over with love. The bystanders love our great country. They are mighty. And they were not about to let Philadelphia become the next target of hatred.
So, the protesters began pushing back. They shouted at the haters to leave. They chased them. They were activists and patriots, real patriots, and they were fed up. And the marchers? They ran. “They literally ran away from the people of Philadelphia,” said a police spokesperson. They ran and didn’t come back.
They should have known better. It is, after all, the city of “virtue, liberty, and independence.” It is where our great Constitution was created.
And the people of Philly, with their love of liberty and freedom, fought back. The haters ran like the cowards they are. They showed the world their weakness. They showed their fear. And hardly anybody saw them.