Memoir on a protest

Opposing views
Emotions filled the air. It seemed as if she were in a bad nightmare that she couldn't awake from. All she could do was stand and stare in disgust and discomfort. The indignant people walked up and down the side walk, waving messages of hate. Everything she heard and saw felt so unreal. She could hear children, as young as 5 years old, hissing angry words and flailing signs for everyone to see. She knew that they didn't understand what was going on, she knew they didn't understand what they were saying or what was being said.
Cars slowly passed looking at their signs, then…