Fatigues or Boas?
Squat, camouflaged hummer tanks sprawl across intersections and along the Mall; 10, 20 soldiers at a time march across sidewalks with backpacks and who knows what else dangling off their belts, and extend around doorways, driveways, metro entrances. Often two or three hooded soldiers stand barking orders: not there, get out the street, over here.
I ask you, imagine a line of soldiers in their full regalia lining up on a crowded street.
And then imagine a line of hot pink womyn lining up on a street. Who would you turn to, who would you rather have watching over you, keeping the peace?