Yes, I know this is serious shit. But can I just say this? I had a freaking ball at Foley Square. I loved the energy, the protest signs, the chants, the music. A gospel choir did an original number, and even I couldn’t resist laughing my godless ass off at “Can I get a Rev-o-lu-jah!”
It was amazing that anyone could hear anything at all, with the phalanx of helicopters hovering and circling above. The police presence was heavy. Tonight, as always, I was friendly and courteous with many of the officers I encountered. I’m hardly a reliable sample, but they were friendly and courteous to me and to Mr. Born. I wore a sign on the back of my jacket. (More on why here.) People seemed to like it, and a few took pictures.
I am occupying my bed right now!