50 Bikers Blocked a Funeral After Protesters Screamed at a Dead Soldier’s Mother

I thought maybe they would ride ahead of the hearse. I thought maybe five or six of them would come.

All fifty came.

Twenty-five in front of the hearse, twenty-five behind our car. Two straight lines down the county road, American flags snapping in the wind off the back of every bike.

People came out of their houses.

They came out onto their porches in continue reading …