Monday, March 19, 2007

Monday Market Die-In



At the triangular corner of Market, Post, and Montgomery Streets during lunchtime, an Iraq War protest took place on the fourth anniversary of our invasion of that poor country.



The protestors gathered around the McKesson Building skyscraper where the war-profiteering Senator Dianne Feinstein has an office.



However, the police didn't seem to care whether or not people blocked the entrance to the skyscraper so they didn't arrest anyone.



So the protestors moved their sheets and their bodies to the center of Market Street and stopped traffic for over an hour.



The bike messengers, who own the stairs around the Muni Metro station on Market, were kibbitzing humorously about the entire affair.



There were cameras everywhere, including in the hands of a cop making sure he recorded every one of the dreaded leftist protestors, and who knows where that tape will end up.



The 45 protestors in the street were taken away one by one...



...while a quartet of guys pounded out an intuitive drumbeat on the newspaper racks.



I worked a temp job at an ad agency all day a block from the protest.



In the downtime I checked out the coverage of the Sunday protest around the web and was dismayed by the snark.



The people who were arrested today at Market and Montgomery are not just celebrity hogs or making themselves out to be morally superior or trendy leftist whatevers.



This is a serious moment in time, folks, and worrying about the trivia of your lives doesn't cut it right now.



These people took a lot of time and energy out of their lives to help stop evil.



They cannot be thanked enough.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I could not agree with you more.

Thanks for the reporting.

Ellen

Jennifer Jeffrey said...

Nicely said, Mike.

JoannaO said...

Thank you for the pictures. Out here in the Midwest, it's all invisible.

cookiecrumb said...

I HATE HER.
love to you

janinsanfran said...

Great report. I am very grateful indeed for folks who impede the machine, even if only weakly. We do what we can, as a reminder we can do better.