by James Hutt for The Breach
The metal latches on the megaphone stuck to my hands as I loaded it into the car at 8:30am. It was -22C outside, and everything had frozen overnight. I chiseled the ice off the door handles, put on my mask and gloves, and set off for Centretown Ottawa with a weight in my stomach.
I had no idea that a few hours later we’d be delivering a major political blow to the “Freedom Convoy.”
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