We took the Muni underground to the Embarcadero station Saturday morning with thousands of others.
The plan was to meet up with friends at the monster naked lady statue.
The crowds were huge and from every demographic imaginable.
Earlier anti-fascist demonstrations in San Francisco have been skewing older, but this march up Market Street was filled with younger people.
Nobody seemed to be sure whether the starting time was supposed to be 1:30 or 2:00 PM. In any case, the march started late, and the crowds surging from behind made us claustrophobic enough that we took a detour through side streets to the front, passing a few bands and drum circles along the way.
The weather was warm and the community spirit was joyful.
Being part of this huge mass of humanity joining together in public rather than stewing away in horror at home was exhilarating.
There were a wide variety of inflatables marching down Market Street, and it seems only a matter of time that this mendacious administration demonizes them, just as they did with stories of furries invading children's classrooms demanding kitty litter.
The homemade signage and costumes were amazing...
...the T-shirts appropriately profane...
...and even gym queens were representing.
I have a number of friends who would not attend the march because they or their foreign-born spouses are currently dealing with visa and green card issues, and who knows if they're going to be tackled by ICE goons at immigration court?
If you have not seen the recently released Paul Thomas Anderson movie,
One Battle After Another, I urge you to do so. Loosely based on a Thomas Pynchon novel about retired youthful leftist revolutionaries who are forced to jump back into the fray in middle age, it captures our current moment with bizarre prescience. The movie does so with juvenile, absurdist humor that almost matches the grotesque insanity unleashed by the lunatics currently in charge of the federal government.
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