I arrived a little late, a stream of disabilities was holding up the 14 going downtown, having just gotten off work, and the caffiene slowly wearing off, leaving me tired and cranky, I was not looking foward to walking back over the same bridge in the protest.
As I walked in the square, I was suprised to find out, that the plans have changed, we are getting on the max and going to the Lloyd center. Fine by me man. The cops were lined up directly accross the stage, I diddnt see any of them with cameras of any sort, although, when your downtown anycity, youre on camera most of the time anyway. After some rousing music we board the max. Much to my suprise, the cops didnt follow.
Plans change again.
Im fairly new to the area, even newer participant to a community that gives a fuck. I am also pretty ignorant to what the Black Bloc is about, but what I have seen has been very inspirational. Decisive, influential and most of all, organized. We all have our place and purpose, mine being copwaching, so when the bloc raided the Mall, I had to follow. As I took up the rear I heard the comments of fresh fly urban honeys saying "fucking punk rockers", so on and so forth. I didnt hear much before they were kicked out, but they did get the attention from everyone in there, some shopkeeps even pulled down their gates. Success? I dont know, I need someone to explain it to me, im not trying to be an asshole, I just want to understand. Was the point just to spit in their faces? If so, then I can admire that. Just didnt see any hearts change thats all.
Plans change again.
We all get back together in the park and start to move south. Until about 3/4 of the group left to go protest the military recruiters on broadway. I hope they acieved their goal, and everyone came out okay, although it would have been nice to have their voices and energy with us trough the neighborhood.
As we were running down 12th i got to meet some really good people, raven, blaze and others whos name i didnt get. after a ciggarrette and more running my lungs were burning and and ready for yelling. We finally met up with the others and got to make noise. Chants of "Impeach Bush" and "No more lies" brought paople away from their tvs, and to their windows. Some actually screamed with us. I dont know if anyone joined us on the march but fact is, if they were home, they were at their windows or doors. I dont know what they were thinking, but im almost positive based on their reactions that they werent feeling alone.
The J31 protest has proved that we dont need media coverage. If we go to the neighborhoods, make noise, they will come out of their shells. I did and it felt nice.
At the lucky lab I had the pleasure to sit, talk and drink beer with some stand up gals and guys and seriously discuss topics that would usually have people staring at me like i had three dicks hanging out of my nose. That was nice too. I cant wait to see you all again.
oh yeah, about the cops in the neighborhood, unless they are ninjas, there wasnt a single one. ahhhh paradise.