Tag Archive: protest

I’m glad the alt right is coming to San Francisco

The white supremacist, with his full grown body, stunted intellect, and all the moral development of pond algae thinks that he is oppressed. He feels his heritage, status, and very understanding of the… Continue reading

Firsthand account from Standing Rock

“Have you heard about all this fake news stuff on facebook? Isn’t that horrible?” asked the woman on the BART train last night. “Totally,” her companion answered, and added “like all this stuff… Continue reading

Hands Around Lake Merritt

Was election night as bad as it gets, or is the worst still to come? That sick feeling of disappointment, of alienation from your nation, of watching a big part of my demographic… Continue reading

I have a problem from Baltimore

I have a problem with what’s going on in Baltimore. Because it’s important. The militarization of police is a problem, and I fear it when a culture teaches one demographic (defined by career,… Continue reading

Protest Part Five: weary, wary, and working together

I was guilty of the thing I loathe: letting the misbehavior of a few drown out the positive actions of the many, but when I got home from another night of protest last… Continue reading

Dear fellow Oakland protesters, and others

Dear fellow protesters in Oakland, thank you for coming. I know you’re angry, so to not waste your time I’ll get to it: What is the point? Your point. Your purpose. Your goal.… Continue reading

Protest in Oakland, Night 2; I wasn’t expecting that.

Helicopter buzzards hung above Oakland tonight, again. I barely slept last night, was dead on my feet at 5:00 this afternoon, was freezing, and still kind of hungry after finishing my leftovers. I… Continue reading

An evening in Tel Aviv, with Elvis, loneliness, protest, and the Beatles.

Tel Aviv is the most unfriendly city of this trip so far, and also where I had the best friendships. Go figure. It’s a place well suited to contradiction, where worshipers of three… Continue reading

Bogota, reunion, and departure.

As far as cities go (and a capital city at that) Bogota is pretty good. And most significantly, it was where K joined me; I am half a pair again. She joined me… Continue reading