The police presence was (justifiably) non-existant. Nobody got jacked up or fucked with, except on two occasions when motorists tried to push their way through the crowd instead of wating two fucking minutes for the one-block-long mass to go by. One was a woman (single-occupant) in either a minivan or small SUV, the other was a woman in a dark red sedan (I think). Nobody was hurt in these instances, however, and the march continued unhindered.
We walked from the pavillion at the South Park Blocks straight down to 3rd avenue, where we turned right and headed up past the Federal Building and stopped in front of the Justice Center. Once the crowd had fully arrived at the Justice Center, we participated in a "die-in" in which everybody lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. This was a symbolic act intended to represent all the people wrongfully murdered by police here in Portland and around the world. We then got up and marched up and around the park and congregated in the courtyard at City Hall. Many of us entered City Hall at this point and made our presence known. We then massed outside to hear some more speakers, among them Alan Graft, an attorney involved with a lawsuit against the city for police misconduct. After the speakers finished, we did a bit of chanting and marched back to the South Park Blocks, where my story ends as I was unable to continue. I saw them head north and east from there, and that's alls I know. Here are some pictures from the die-in.
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