Chasing the Dragon

[img nocaption float=”right” width=”360″ height=”358″ render=”<%photoRenderType%>”]8851[/img] I USED TO THINK that there was nothing wrong with street activists that a good scrubbing and a few rubber bullets couldn’t fix. But that’s before I met Adam Eidinger on the sidewalks of Washington, D.C. The first time I saw him in 2001, he stood nine feet tall. He was on stilts, and hadn’t quite gotten the hang of them yet. He was scraping his glasses on tree branches and risking impalement on SUV antennas, but Adam kept at it to advertise an upcoming inaugural protest. “We don’t want to yell at Republicans, we want to engage them,” he said.