On Valentine’s Day, six University of Notre Dame students piled into a minivan and drove east through the night toward New York City to join the protests against the war in Iraq. I was one of them. We drove fast for fourteen hours, taking turns behind the wheel and navigating, ignoring the irony of driving in a gas-powered vehicle so we could protest what our buttons called a war for oil.
We prayed together as we began the journey...
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