The intersection of Market street and Octavia Boulevard was blocked to traffic briefly this morning while LGBT protesters reminded passersby that the struggle for justice cannot take a holiday.
Both the SFPD and motorists were largely tolerant of the disruption. Some drivers honked approval. I have no idea what cars backed up on the freeway out of sight of the protest may have thought was going on.
While we occupied the intersection we chanted a litany of names of victims of police violence.
We observed 4 minutes and 28 seconds of silence recalling the 4 and one half hours Mike Brown's body lay on the street in Ferguson after he was shot by an officer last August.
From mid-Market we marched up the intersection of Castro and Market.
Again we formed a circle around a large pink triangle ...
... and again sat silent for 4 minutes, 28 seconds.
No assemblage is complete without some preaching; her message was Queer Black lives matter!
My musings on current events, current projects, current anxieties and current delights.
I started this under the Bush regime when any grain of sand thrown into the gears of the over-reaching imperial state seemed worthwhile.
I have worked to elect more and better Democrats -- and to hammer the shit out of them once we get them in office so they do the things their constituents want and need. It's a big job.
I have endured the dashed potential for a more transformational regime under Obama. The man has made himself an accomplice in the imperial crimes of his predecessor as well as committing his own. He has also almost certainly been the most progressive president most of us will live to see. I fear we'll look back on his years in office with mild gratitude for a respite from national leadership that was habitually stupid and vicious, as well as wrong.
Visitors here will find a lot of commentary on books I'm reading. I am very intentionally reading intensively offline these days. When it feels hard to find direction, it's time to learn something new.
I'm a progressive political activist who runs trails and climbs mountains whenever any are available. I've had the privilege to work for justice in Central America (Nicaragua and El Salvador), in South Africa, in the fields of California with the United Farmworkers Union, and in the cities and schools of my own country. I'm a Christian of the Episcopalian flavor; we think and argue a lot. For work, I've done a bit of it all: run an old fashioned switch-board; remodeled buildings and poured concrete; edited and published periodicals, reports and books; and organized for electoral campaigns. I am currently an independent consultant to organizations seeking "help when you have to make a fight."