No, this wasn't about equality, justice nor peace. It was a dream about war. Not the kind you see on the news today, sterile, waged upon people halfway around the world. this was the kind of personal kind of battle where you saw the whites of their eyes and could smell their last meal on their breath. Think of the battle at thermopylae or Gettysburg, the viking sack of Paris. It was that sort of battle.
What the holy heck does that have to living with Parkinson's disease?
Listen and find out.