Fired up, Part I

Last Saturday, I maneuvered my large cardboard sign into the back of my Mini and drove to the other side of town to take part in the second No King’s demonstration.

(Allow me a moment to clarify my own understanding of the title “No Kings.” I completely understand that we don’t have a monarchy in this country* and hope that we, in fact, never have one, but I participate in these events because I strongly believe that Donald Trump aspires to remain in his position of power with complete disregard to the election process. See J6 for more information.)

I parked on South Manning Blvd. a couple of blocks before the event’s location of Western Ave. As I walked to the protest, I felt a familiar mix of emotions – nerves, excitement, sadness and annoyance. How many times have I done this already in my life? Why can’t we have a government that takes care of residents, protecting us from guns and war and providing us with essentials such as healthcare, housing and education?

The sun was shining and I absorbed the energy that came from being among like minded people, folks that agreed with my perspective that DJT was destroying this country for his own personal gain. Despite the tears welling in my eyes, I felt an optimism that grew exponentially each time I saw a student, current or otherwise, in the impressive crowd.

They see it. These young people understand what’s at stake and are willing to stand up against soulless leaders and their agendas of hatred and greed.

In situations like this, when I’m in a crowd at an outdoor concert or protest, I have a hard time standing still. So, I walked. Over the next couple of hours I walked the entire length of the rally, probably about 4 miles, round trip.

It was amazing.

Terrific signs, positive energy and general kindness…the event was well organized with volunteers ensuring participants’ safety while crossing streets…it was a cup filling day. Even when a couple of men (in different cars) felt the need to shout insults at peacefully marching people, calling me Antifa (something I self identify as, so go you!) and the young man questioning why anyone would vote for a convicted felon, a fag, I was glad I had made the time to be present.

I read that an estimated 1 out of every 50 Americans attended a No Kings demonstration on Saturday. I was happy to be with them. I’ll be even happier when these actions are no longer necessary.

*Harry & Meghan aside.