When we arrived at the school, we were immediately met at the gate with a security guard named David, who asked us if we had tickets. I told him no, that we were going to try to see if we could get in. He replied that we could not get into the building without tickets, so I told him the REAL reason we were there: to exercise our right to protest. He waffled a bit, then told us to hold on while he asked his supervisor. David then informed us that we could go in; we just couldn't hand out flyers or have signs of any kind. "OK," we agreed.
We parked, and brought a few flyers with us, but left the sign in the car. When we arrived at the entrance, however, we found five protesters standing outside who had signs! They had been smart, and came through another entrance, or parked their car somewhere else and walked in. Two officers from the sheriff's department were standing nearby, making sure that we stayed in a designated area away from the main entrance.
I asked the officers about the security guard at the top of the gate who told us we could not have signs. They replied that they didn't know which security he was with; he wasn't with the sheriff's department. Apparently, there were three separate security forces at the event: the sheriff's office, a private security firm, and school security. I am still not sure which security force the guard at the gate was from.
One of the protesters, Scotty, held a sign that read: "America's imperialistic march and blatant repression of our civil rights must be stopped. ABC, KATU, stop your corporate bias!" Other protesters included two women with "No War" signs and a man with a green "Justice" flag. Samantha, an Australian exchange student at the school, was also there. "I'm disappointed at the turnout," Scotty said. He added that there needs to be more direct action; he was frustrated at the apathy. He, like I, hoped that there would be more people protesting, considering that there was talk about it at the Friday peace rally.
No worry, though. After standing outside and talking for a few minutes, my companion and I proceeded to go back to my car and retrieve the rest of our flyers. We then tagged almost every car in the parking lot with information about the "Facts," "Depleted Uranium," and the "Corporate Media." If the people inside were hoping to not get an alternative viewpoint about the war, they were mistaken. We then proceeded to get the hell out of there, and wished our friendly security guard, David, a good night.