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In a park, a group of men sipped rum from plastic cups — at 7:30 in the morning — and chatted more about baseball than anything else. A middle-aged man on a porch stood shirtless as marchers passed, feeding his menagerie of birds. A few women sat on a curb drinking water in exhaustion from a two-hour walk toward the plaza, they said, well before the proceedings began.
Still, a few handmade placards seemed to nod to the future.
“Efficiency,” said one, “and victory.”
