We had brought candles, but couldn't keep them lit in the wind. We sang together. We prayed. Wind surrounded us, and deepening darkness.

We were handcuffed behind our backs, and strapped into seatbelts. My hat brim had fallen over my eyes. I couldn't adjust it.

We had planted some flowers at the side of the west access road to the plant. We called it a peace garden. When we went back three weeks later, they were gone. We planted them again. And again, they were dug up.