Peace. It's almost a fighting word. Why is that? People stand on Main Street in Alfred, New York every Wednesday at noon in honor of peace knowing the likely responses. Some will pass by, heads down, eyes averted. Some will cross the street to keep distance from the group. A driver or two will honk. Someone pushing a stroller will smile and raise a hand in a peace sign. Always, a few will make it clear, by sneer or smirk, that they don't respect the effort. What is there about peace that offends them?
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