On a whim, I attended a protest downtown yesterday. The lack of marches or protests this time around has been puzzling me - we’ve known this goon was going to take over since November. Where is the outcry? Last time around there was a massive protest with thousands of people shortly after the election. This time it was almost impossible to get information - and tons of people saying “be careful, I don’t think this is legit” - if I hadn’t dug around and found a Reddit thread, I wouldn’t even have known it was happening. But I put on my “Is he dead yet?” shirt and combat boots and headed down there.
What I found was a small desultory group, an odd mix of mostly Latino teenagers and pissed off menopausal white women who have free time in the middle of the day. But I was glad to be there. It’s nothing but it’s also something. I’m not just “taking it”. I’m not pretending it’s not happening. I was there, screaming into the void. At least I can say at the end of the United States, I did that much.
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