Last Thursday, I had a choice: go to a Groovelily concert, or go to an anti-war protest. I sent e-mail to my concert companions, to the effect of – I’m going to the protest. It’s called for 5pm. I may or may not make it to the show at 8.
Drove to Someday Cafe via Mass. Ave. and MIT, and was very pleased to see students &c. marching down the street, blocking most of it (we drivers could get by single-file), the cops accompanying them with their flashing lights on. I was rather depressed about the state of the world, so went to Someday, had some tea, and took the T to Government Center.
The protest was lame. Ill-thought-out, it was a pacifist protest – wholesale against war. Bring Our Troops Home. While a great sentiment, this leads to a perception by the opposition (the war’s/administration’s supporters) that the people there were a bunch of peaceniks. That’s easy to dismiss: Are you pro-Saddam, then? Would you rather he remain in power? Peace-not-war isn’t the point here. The point I was (thought we were) protesting is how the war was brought about, the Bush administration’s blatant disregard for the UN, its hypocrisy and self-serving attitude – all these things are much better articulated by others. The Boston protesters made their arguments an easy target for dismissal, and that’s a pity.
Pity, the above, but not disastrous. What was appalling was one of the first speakers. She was the first one I heard; I might’ve missed others while in a different part of City Hall Plaza. In a shrill voice, this woman informed us that the “bastards” who are ruining this country and what it stands for (I’m wildly paraphrasing here) are to be found not only in our central government, but also in our communities – in the face of police, who are brutal and evil and and…
And the police were standing there, keeping peace, hundreds of them behaving themselves impeccably.
I don’t know that this was the case everywhere, at all times; perhaps there was unnecessary police action. In fact, I think this, at least, signals which side of the protest line the police are officially on. But what good does it do to villify them? Like enlisted military servicepeople, they are doing their jobs. They’ll arrest yo ass if you try to block the entrance to a federal building. In fact, it seem that that’s the point for those who did get arrested; they wanted to be taken in, this is their form of protest. Downtalking the police is going to do zero.
Then the same speaker called on us all, Catholics and former Catholics alike (I am not kidding), to unite – and led us in prayer to the Catholic god. I had no words. She was trying to unite us this way?
Later, we marched down to Copley Square, which actually felt good (if ineffectual with regard to its actual effect on war decisions). It helped that I’d run into some people I knew, so we actually had thought-out conversation while walking.
Then I went to the concert. It was grand, a wonderful way to spend time, and I suspect that the laughter and good vibe generated at that show may’ve done more to counteract the general wave of suck than the protest.
