We've been talking about what a shame it is they are opening a McDonald's right down our block. And what did we decide to do? We protested.
The girls made great signs...
"McDonald's is bad for you"
and
"Don't treat animals so bad"
I prepped them just in case we were interviewed by reporters. But there were no reporters there.
We did get to talk to the owner who said we were "misinformed". He advised us to check out the McDonald's website to see all the "good" the corporation does. When I asked him why he thought so many preservatives in his food was good, he responded that we were doing "a lot of harm for his business."
My heart smiled.
Because really, no one honked or cheered with us.
But we booed the ribbon cutting, did a small march and voiced our voice.
Christina made a petition for people to sign. We got 4 signatures. Maria, Christina, Sofia and Elijah.
We saw a friend from church there who looked embarrassed that we were protesting.
One lady rolled down her window and asked why McDonald's was bad for you and I was proud Christina shouted out "Preservatives!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I made a sign that said, "Supersize your wages!!"
In all honesty, I was very worried that Eli would shout I love McDonald's. He does it to get a rise out of his sisters. But he did great. He booed and everything.
The clown was super creepy and Maria kept on saying how scary he was.
This really made me want to organize a larger scale protest. I was going to call PETA but I didn't really want my kids exposed to their nudity antics. Is it possible to change what local people eat? Is it possible to help people make healthier food choices?
I don't know the answer. But I'm so proud that at least my little ones know to not eat fast food.
It was actually really interesting talking to the manager. He genuinely seemed miffed by us and tried really hard to convince us what "good" McDonald's does, despite so many evidences against them.
We brainstormed and decided that next time we would put up flyers in gyms and Whole Foods to get people to come.
The girls were nervous that we were the only ones going to protest. But I reminded them that sometimes you have to do hard things by yourself. Bruce, our friend who picks up trash along Pyramid Highway, does it all by himself. Yet he's not alone. We support Bruce, we're just not right next to him everyday. I was proud. We took our stand.
We're hell raisers.