Danny, Tony, and Dayala joined me at San Francisco's Civic Center on Saturday afternoon for the gun control March for Our Lives.
Unfortunately, I had foolishly misread the times for the speechifying (1 PM) and the actual start of the march (2:30 PM), which meant we were early, so we fled soon after Senator Dianne Feinstein was introduced onstage and she mentioned how good it was to see so many young people. ("Yeah, it would be nice if you would step aside and let somebody younger have a chance to be elected," someone was heard to mutter.)
We took a Muni train to the Embarcadero waterfront for a beer where we encountered a "pop-up drag queen" dressed as Lady Liberty who was preparing herself for the arrival of the march.
It was fun walking up an empty Market Street without worrying about being run over by bikes and cars.
The hundreds of marches across the country were being led by teenagers in many cases, and a bossy old woman organizer admonished us to not hang out at the beginning of the march because it was "youth to the front."
This struck as hilariously insulting. We did notice that the crowd skewed older than photos from other locations across the country, partly because the city is too expensive for most families to live. Plus, there were local, suburban marches held simultaneously around the Bay Area.
One of the more poignant contingents was an alumni group from Marjory Stoneman Douglas, site of the latest school massacre.
Who knew so many Floridians ended up in the Bay Area?
Like just about every other non-violent protest march in San Francisco, the SF Police Department was grotesquely over-represented and armed to the gills.
It made for a strange juxtaposition with the day's message.