Well I haven’t found any gay Republicans yet; then again I haven’t really looked. Also I went to the bathroom before I left the hotel which lowers the odds dramatically. The main story from yesterday (besides Juno Palin) were the protests, and the extreme (and unnecessary) force of the Minneapolis-St. Paul police.
In 2000 I was in Philadelphia for the Republican National Convention as a protester. There was a lot to protest that year at both conventions; Nader’s pitch still had some resonance, and in the wake of the “Battle in Seattle” in 1999 activists were attuned to issues like fair/free trade, globalisation, and corporate dominance. It was pre-war and pre-9/11, and both Democrats and Republicans had a lot of blood on their hands over the shifting global economy,
Those protests in 2000 are still remembered for their intensity and violence. They rounded up everyone from puppeteers (puppeteers!) to seniors (seniors!) and pepper sprayed everyone they could. The more purposeful protesters were co-mingled with the silly anarchists and it was chaos: everyone running down Market Street trying not to get tear-gassed. It was the only protest or march where I was ever scared … until yesterday.
Over the weekend the St. Paul police raided houses all over the region, rounding up protesters in advance and confiscating household items they claimed could be used for violence. (letter openers and in one case a wrench) Maybe law enforcement sees this as a deterrent; what it really does (like most “tough on crime” tactics) is make things worse: before the raids everyone thought that maybe there would be violence; after the raids everyone was sure. As my colleague Ari Berman wrote, “Cops in Denver were ready for protests. Cops in St. Paul were ready for the apocalypse, with downtown St. Paul turning into a scene from Children of Men.”
In a word, it was a complete clusterfuck. Obama supporters and polite anti-war suburbanites off for Labor Day found themselves next to a contingent of activists with the phrase “guerilla warfare” tattooed (tattooed! forever!) on their chests; SEIU workers and gray panthers (those poor seniors again) wound up marching next to teenagers with “no more presidents, no more wars!” signs. The police circled around everyone, and the pepper spraying started early — before a real crowd had even gathered. They arrested Democracy Now.
In the end the protests were far more violent than they needed to be. Entire intersections were blocked by National Guard troops with shields, while rubber bullets flew and 250 police waited by the side of the river for the “Stop Torture” boat to dock. (I know, I know what a fun cruise that would be, but still. 250 cops? It was a small boat.) The violence was extreme and for the bulk of the protesters — civic-minded people who were opposed to the war and the Republican agenda, not to the “system” etc. — the violence was so unfortunate, drowning out an important message just as the police hoped it would.
By the end Ari and I retreated to a Starbucks (I know, I know) where a polite barista encouraged us to move away from the window. “They might throw rocks.” I found myself in a bathroom with 6 riot cops (rawr! yikes) who spoke disdainfully of all the protesters … not just the silly anarchists but the families who thought the war was wrong and McCain meant more of it. Since I wasn’t wearing a bandana over my mouth I guess they thought they could talk freely.
As for those anarchists, I just don’t get it. There is a real point to be made at both of these conventions; although I support Obama, you could make a very cogent argument that the Democrats are pro-war in their own ways, that corporate money is still flowing, that trade (the whole point of every main protest of the late 90’s/pre-9-11 00’s) remains a critical issue. Instead we get “Drive Out the Bush Regime” posters that don’t even make sense (he’s going …) and chants helpfully suggesting the abolishment of the Presidency.
What the police expect is that they can escalate violence to a point where no real message gets out; and every four years the most extreme of the protesters come ready to oblige, throwing rocks and raising fists and giving the overzealous police exactly what they need to shut the whole thing down.
In any case it was scary. Tonight I’m back to more pedestrian pursuits, checking out the Ron Paul Revolution at a rally and possibly going to a gathering of lithe Christian youth with my friend Bob. For more on the protests this piece and this one represent two sides of the coin. Also Democracy Now is reporting about how they were all in jail, unless they are still in jail in which case there are two hours of dead air on Pacifica which means a serious ape-shit Board meeting next Fall.
Editors Note: I didn’t take that photo; The New York Times did. If I can find an electronics store in Minnesota I’ll get some photos up.
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