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Jan. 20th, 2003 01:43 amSo, when we were watching the march, I watched this group before the main group, and thought wow, that *really* looks like Patrick there. But I told myself it was just because I knew he'd talked about being there. Nope. It was him. I went to read his blog, and got referred to his comrade's blog. Go me! Still the prettiest! For the record, we saw the Plastinians sign that he mentions as well, but we thought they were being politically correct in referring to the oppression of Plasticine figurines.
I keep remembering signs and such from the protest. It was an hour of people walking, packed pretty much solid, past us. That's a heck of a lot of people, and a lot of signs. There was a bush face on a tin man soft sculpture--If I only had a heart. Took us a minute to get that. "Mainstream middle-aged white guys against the war"--that one was great, even illustrated. "MLK had a dream/Bush is a nightmare" was good, but "got MLK?" was better. My dad really liked "No Attaq." There was another of the axis of evil parodies--'Access to evil," I think. But the weasels one was the best.
I keep forgetting one of my favorite images--at about 1 or so the Amtrak from Boston got in to Union station. I know this without checking timetables or anything. I know this from watching forty gazillion people suddenly pour across the mall. We were up near the capitol building, behind the speakers--And I have to disagree with the friend of Patrick, who said there were more people behind than in front of the stage, as there were very few back there, but I agree that practically no one I saw was paying any attention at all to the speakers--and we just looked up and saw this river of people coming down from the east (union station), and stood staring for a moment (except for my brother, who was attempting to dig a rock out of the ground with a deserted sign pole) trying to figure out what it was. And that train must have been a riot. In several senses of the word, actually. THe Boston to DC line is one of the few that makes money for Amtrak, so it's also one of the easiest to take and all that, but it must have been *packed* with protestors. I would have liked to be on that one, I think.
My baby brother was surprisingly attentive to the protest. I remember that they were old hat by the time I was his age--well, okay, that might be pushing it, but they were nothing out of the ordinary at least. I went to the protest, then to a museum (mmm. Hall of minerals. the old one, which kicked new one ass), then got back on the bus to go home. My dad told me of at least one pun my brother had made about the protest(which I've forgotten, but which involved the reinterpretation of a line about warships as worships--there were a lot of quaker meetings present.)
I keep remembering signs and such from the protest. It was an hour of people walking, packed pretty much solid, past us. That's a heck of a lot of people, and a lot of signs. There was a bush face on a tin man soft sculpture--If I only had a heart. Took us a minute to get that. "Mainstream middle-aged white guys against the war"--that one was great, even illustrated. "MLK had a dream/Bush is a nightmare" was good, but "got MLK?" was better. My dad really liked "No Attaq." There was another of the axis of evil parodies--'Access to evil," I think. But the weasels one was the best.
I keep forgetting one of my favorite images--at about 1 or so the Amtrak from Boston got in to Union station. I know this without checking timetables or anything. I know this from watching forty gazillion people suddenly pour across the mall. We were up near the capitol building, behind the speakers--And I have to disagree with the friend of Patrick, who said there were more people behind than in front of the stage, as there were very few back there, but I agree that practically no one I saw was paying any attention at all to the speakers--and we just looked up and saw this river of people coming down from the east (union station), and stood staring for a moment (except for my brother, who was attempting to dig a rock out of the ground with a deserted sign pole) trying to figure out what it was. And that train must have been a riot. In several senses of the word, actually. THe Boston to DC line is one of the few that makes money for Amtrak, so it's also one of the easiest to take and all that, but it must have been *packed* with protestors. I would have liked to be on that one, I think.
My baby brother was surprisingly attentive to the protest. I remember that they were old hat by the time I was his age--well, okay, that might be pushing it, but they were nothing out of the ordinary at least. I went to the protest, then to a museum (mmm. Hall of minerals. the old one, which kicked new one ass), then got back on the bus to go home. My dad told me of at least one pun my brother had made about the protest(which I've forgotten, but which involved the reinterpretation of a line about warships as worships--there were a lot of quaker meetings present.)
