Standing Tall in the Darkness (Movie Review: “Spotlight”)

Most mornings between 1993 and 2000, I walked uptown from the Washington metro to my workplace on Massachusetts Avenue, along what’s fashionably referred to as “Embassy Row.”

A few blocks from DuPont Circle, a lonely-looking man used to stand outside on the sidewalk and silently protest.  Rain, shine, or snow, he came every morning.  He usually held a sign, sometimes two — one in each hand.  Occasionally, he handed out flyers on which something was printed and written, although few if any people on the sidewalk stopped long enough to take one.  I passed him by frequently.  I never took one.