I had a teenage son who was mortified when I made him come with us to that protest. His only solace was that Houston was big and chances were slim that anyone would recognize him. He griped and moaned all the way there, adamantly refusing to "look like an idiot" and claiming he was going to sit in the truck while we "did our thing." Of course, like any good parent, I discreetly made sure my husband parked in the hot, glaring Texas sun, leaving the Rebel Child no alternative but to come with us.
All afternoon, as we waited for Bill Clinton to show up and shouted and yelled, I watched out of the corner of my eye as this child feigned disinterest and tried to maintain whatever shred of dignity a 15-yr old can while standing amidst 750 middle-aged, very angry, very loud grownups. I could read his mind as he stood around with his hands in his jeans pockets, checking out the crowd from up on top of that little hill behind us... "I'm cool... I'm cool... These people are idiots, but I'm cool..."
Long story short -- By the end of that protest, Mr. Rebel Child had grabbed my "Houston, We Have A Problem" protest sign from me and had worked his way to the curb, joining in the anti-Clinton chants and yelling at the top of his lungs. I didn't say a word. ;-)
You did a great job of organizing that protest. I thank you, and one day my son will have the wisdom to thank you, too. ;-)