Was I there on Saturday?
Of course I was there!
In the cold, in the rain, I was there for two reasons.
- Showing up, making my voice heard, being around thousands of others who are willing to come out in the cold, in the rain, with their homemade signs and full-throated chanting makes me feel a tiny bit better about the dire situation our country is in. Just knowing that there are a lot of other people who are mad as hell and aren't going to take it anymore is comforting.
- I really do believe that if we continue to stand up and fight back when Trump, Vance, Musk, Rubio, Hegseth, Bondi, et al. do things that are amoral, immoral, illegal, dishonest, corrupt, harmful, and as often as not just plain moronic, it will eventually get through to them that we, the people, demand that they cease and desist - or at least slow down and act more rationally. And that they actually do cease and desist, etc.
And, of course, I was there for those protests, too.
I'm not sure whether my first war protest was in 1967 or 1968, but I've been at it a long time.
Sure, it hasn't been continuuous. After Vietnam ended, there was some women's rights protesting to do. I think there was a gay rights protest in there, too. But after that...
I did hit the streets to protest against the Gulf War back in 1990. And there was some other war after that. I've forgotten which one.
Then along came Trump.
My first protest was the glorious Women's March in January 2017. Glorious only in that it made me and millions of others feel we had some control, some voice, some purpose, some company. Not so glorious (yet not inglorious) in that it ended up doing no damned good. There went Roe.
I stopped counting at 17 during Trump One, but I marched for better treatment for immigrants. I marched for the DACA kids. I marched for reproductive rights. I marched for the environment. I marched for science. I marched because Black Lives Matter (or should).
Sometimes, I couldn't help but think of the lines from The Wild One, the 1950's film about a motorcycle gang.
Someone asks the leader of the Black Rebels Motorcyle Club, "Johnny, what are you rebeling against?" And Johnny (Marlon Brando) answers "What have you got?" (Note that the Black Rebels were all white.)
But there was just so much that I opposed during Trump One...
And while it did give me Reason 1 - it made me feel better. It probably didn't do much for Reason 2. All those protests didn't really seem to matter, other than that they maybe energized voters to vote Trump out.
And then, in his full awfulness - now unleashed, now unconstrained, now even more unhinged, vicious, cruel, and stupid (Tariff's on penguins? Seriously?) - he's back. And hell bent on destroying the country, maybe even the world. (Donny, what are you destroying? What have you got?)
So in hopes that protests will make some sort of difference, I take my homemade sign, I put on my cap with the American flag on it, and head for the protest. (And I put that cap on with no little trepidation. Will someone think I'm a jingoistic, far-right crazy?)We marched to City Hall from the Boston Common. I'm in this crowd, somewhere, holding my little whiteboard which, fortunately, didn't run in the rain.
My hope is that somehow SCOTUS stands up and Trump and his minions back down. I mean, John Roberts doesn't really want to replace Roger ("Dred Scott") Taney as the worst Chief Justice ever, does he?
I get that, unlike during Trump One, no one in the administration is going to do anything to calm the Trump and the Project 25 maniacs down. Given that the only test of fitness is loyalty to Trump, we're not going to see any truth-telling Rex Tillersons, Mark Milleys, or Dan Coats in the current gang of unqualified asslicking toadies - some of them true believers, others just do-anything for personal gain types. (Let me make that mostly unqualified. Marco Rubio is actually qualified to be Secretary of State. Boy, has he swallowed whatever integrity and spine he had to get in/stay in this adminstration. He knows better. You can see it on his face.)
But I hold a tiny bit of hope that there may be a few Republican Senators, a few Republican members of Congress, who will decide to stand up/fight back. Because that's what we're supposed to do when there's a clear and present danger. I realize that these fervently wished-for Republicans probably aren't familiar with protest chants. But surely they've heard this one, at least in passing:
Democracy is under attack! What do we do? Stand up! Fight back!
A girl can hope, can't she?
And so, I get out there. One out of many. And when we all get together, out of many, one. E pluribus unum.