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I went to the march yesterday to protest the attorney general's firing yesterday. As marches go, it wasn't bad: decent turnout at the park on Capitol Hill, walking downtown, no counter-protestors that I could see. We even got a little speech from the mayor - yeah, the establishment lesbian who does nothing about homelessness.
But my boss told me this morning that he and his wife had been there, too. On the way out, they walked past a steak place (The Met? It was near the end of the march. It's expensive, which makes sense in context.) He said there were some "eastern Washington" types outside wondering what the march was about. The man among them muttered something under his breath and told my boss & his wife to fuck off. They got into it, complete with racism directed at my boss's Thai wife.
But here's the thing: as soon as my boss whipped out his phone and started shooting video, they backed off. They know what they're doing is wrong, and the don't want it known. I told him he should post it on the internet, but he said that's a bad idea because his wife is in the middle of immigration proceedings in court.
"You could outsource it," I said. He refused, saying that he didn't get the good stuff because he didn't start filming until halfway through.
Moral: Trumpies are to cameras what cockroaches are to light.
But my boss told me this morning that he and his wife had been there, too. On the way out, they walked past a steak place (The Met? It was near the end of the march. It's expensive, which makes sense in context.) He said there were some "eastern Washington" types outside wondering what the march was about. The man among them muttered something under his breath and told my boss & his wife to fuck off. They got into it, complete with racism directed at my boss's Thai wife.
But here's the thing: as soon as my boss whipped out his phone and started shooting video, they backed off. They know what they're doing is wrong, and the don't want it known. I told him he should post it on the internet, but he said that's a bad idea because his wife is in the middle of immigration proceedings in court.
"You could outsource it," I said. He refused, saying that he didn't get the good stuff because he didn't start filming until halfway through.
Moral: Trumpies are to cameras what cockroaches are to light.
