Denise and I had lunch at Fred’s in Nevada City on Saturday, ignorant of the fact that it was March 19 and there were rallies planned all over the country, marching for peace and protesting the war in Iraq. Now, I know I’ll be taken to task for this piece of satire, but I can’t help it. Funny stuff just happens to me all the time…
The demonstration in Nevada City was quiet and orderly… In fact, when I returned with my camera to document the event on the Broad St. overpass ten minutes later, it was over. The only evidence that an anti-Bush crowd had been engaged in a struggle against war, corporate greed, and poverty, were the three late-model Volvos left at the scene by lunching activists.
I stepped out in the street to snap some photos and was almost run over by a distracted Woman in Black, speeding away from the peace vigil, while lighting up a cigarette and lining the pockets of “big tobacco.”
I don’t know how the Nevada County contingent can hope to put an end to war and US hegemony with such little commitment and energy. When I drove by the first time, there were only a few dozen folks out on the bridge and they pooped out fairly early. To be fair, I heard a couple of busloads of the faithful headed to San Francisco to join the festivities down there (which also seemed pretty lackluster compared to former years). There was also a scheduling conflict, which I discovered as I drove by the Miners Foundry. It’s not a good idea to have two major events vying for the attendance of the same demographic group.
Who knows… maybe the folks on the bridge had been there since sunup and were exhausted from hours of awareness-raising. Or, perhaps they had simply gone to lunch and returned by the thousands after I (and my camera) had gone home. In any case, it was a solemn, dignified exercise of free speech.