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March 21, 2003
An anti-war demonstration in
San Francisco, March 2003:
Placards and chants:
Drop bush, not bombs.
The *real* axle of evil (picture of Bush in an SUV)
End US Aid to Israel
"Same target, same fight, workers of the world unite!"
(A couple of lonely communists with a loud megaphone.)
Jesus loves us all.
George Bush is the real terrorist.
Spain says 95% no to war (slogan on a Spanish Flag).
"Kiss Me, I'm Human!" (random homeless person)
No blood for oil.
Near an open microphone, while they're taping for
Channel 4 news, the crowd chants "Tell the
truth!", and later "Corporate media lies!"
(A guy shoulders his way through the crowd,
looking disgusted, saying "My god, what do you FINGER_TO_FINGER
Walking down the sidewalk, a small, skinny woman
suddenly spins around and starts harrassing a
demonstrator, who had been standing there holding
a placard, talking to someone on a hands-free
cell phone. She starts screaming things like
"What did you say?!!" and walking closer to him.
I happened to be right there and I tried to make
concilitory "Hey, calm down" remarks to her, but
she ignored me, walked past and closed in on the
guy with the placard, who looked a little scared
and bewildered, despite being about two feet
taller than her. She started hitting him, and
went to grab his placard, which he pulled closer
to his chest as he tried to back away. She was
yelling things like "My *husband* is in the air
force!" and then she starts in with things like
"Yeah, go ahead and call the cops!" as she's
shoving the guy. I talk over her shoulder into
her ear: "I would be glad to testify against
you." She spins around suddenly, and slaps me in
the side of the head. I say slowly and
distinctly: "You have just assaulted me." She
backs away and runs off down the street.
I go away thinking things like "My nephew is
in the marines, on the front lines in Kuwait,
it doesn't make my opinion worth any more or less."
Later, upstairs in the Luggage Store Gallery,
we look down on row upon row of cops in riot
During the perfomance (A duo of Per Anders Nilsson,
visiting from Gothenburg, Sweden on soprano sax
and a guy from mexico, Roberto Morales on flute)
There's a near constant roar of crowd noise from
A homeless woman yells:
You're too late!"
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