We argue, we protest, we petition—but nothing changes.

The very act of public protest, even violent protest, was essentially optimistic. t.co/uh7q94KV4J

I had such a steady diet of riot-control gas that I became a junkie, & I still get nostalgic for it on slow nights. I came to know gunfire and panic and the sight of my own blood on the streets.

In a four-year span I was tear-gassed or beaten or chased like a rat by police about two hundred times in at least twenty states, from Key Biscayne to the Olympic Peninsula, from Gainesville & Miami to Montreal & Austin & the gates of Beverly Hills.

You didn’t have to be a “revolutionary” to be part of the Revolution—and even if you were innocent, you could be beaten & gassed just for watching.

I got what they call an “adult dose” of American political reality in an era when the nation seemed to be going up in flames every day of every week. There was no relief from it, and no place to hide.

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

The dimensions of what we have fucked up in this country are beyond any coherent explanation.

The whole week was that way: fear and tension and super-charged emotions, sore legs from running, no sleep, and a sense of disaster pervading it all.

Here I was in a scene that had all the makings of a total Armageddon, with my adrenaline up so high for so long that I knew I’d collapse when I came down … ten feet in front of a row of gleaming bayonets and with cops all around me and cameras popping every few seconds.

The blinding stench of tear gas brought back memories, but only on the surface. I found myself reeling around completely blind in front of the convention hall, bumping against cops wearing black rubber gas masks and running demonstrators clutching wet towels over their faces. t.co/aF9Xo82EGj

In the wake of riots and violence, fear and loathing. How long can it last? Where will it end? Selah.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws. t.co/TbTBeRzwbg

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

These goddamn Wednesday’s are ruining my health.

Nobody is safe from their friends, and especially not me. I have never really worried about my enemies—not even when they included the president, the director of the FBI, or the district attorneys in five states … I am generally proud of my enemies.

Today we honor those who have died serving our country and protecting our freedom. 🇺🇸 t.co/5AkfduMWwU

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Toootim

מסטודון היא רשת חברתית חופשית, מבוססת תוכנה חופשית ("קוד פתוח"). כאלטרנטיבה בלתי ריכוזית לפלטפרומות המסחריות, מסטודון מאפשרת להמנע מהסיכונים הנלווים להפקדת התקשורת שלך בידי חברה יחידה. שמת את מבטחך בשרת אחד — לא משנה במי בחרת, תמיד אפשר לדבר עם כל שאר המשתמשים. לכל מי שרוצה יש את האפשרות להקים שרת מסטודון עצמאי, ולהשתתף ברשת החברתית באופן חלק.