Even the Green Zone Wasn’t a Safe-Haven
April 21st, 2001
“Where are you,” I screamed from my cellphone into his. There was a pause and then, “A Green Zone—St. Jean and St. Claire.”
Green Zone is protest speak for an area free of tear gas or police clashes. There are no fences to storm, only sanctioned marches. Green zones are safe, you’re supposed to be able to bring your kids to them.
“Okay,” I said. “See you in 15 minutes.”