I set out walking with my SPEAK UP
STOP GENOCIDE
sign. No idea what would come of this.
Sat for about 40 minutes in from on MADIS, 36th and Lancaster, then waked to 34th and Market, where I sat for almost two hours. Some V signs, a few appreciative nod, mostly indifference.
Got tired and started up, walking up 34th. Something was going on across the street– on the Drexal green space at the end of Lancaster. Hard to see.. the food truck blocked the view, but there were cops, and then… a large banner.. with HELL in big red letters. I knew what that was… those hateful Xians who go out to harrass gays and women. I crossed the street… there were a couple hundred students in a crescent, watching this pitiful demonstration. I cut in front of them, holding up my sign—my Free Palestine T-shirt, keffiyeh… I saw the crowd start to wave their arms and cheer… at first I didn’t know what it was… then realized, they were cheering me!
One woman came up, to shake hands, and ask if it was ok to do a Selfie with me… so somewhere, there is the image of my face, with this young woman, and me holding up my fingers in a V sign.
Turned into a nice surprise adventure. When you think, you’re all alone, and there’s nothing you can do… fight that inhibition. Use your imagination, get out and begin making a difference.
Don’t have to be a giant demonstration. Think how effective it would be to have someone on every corner you pass, holding their own signs, their own message to fight TRUMP, to stop the genocide. We are so much more powerful than most believe.