In attempt to catch up, I thought I'd give everyone the scoop on this post.
On October 5th there was a rally and march here in Portland and across the country called World Can't Wait. Essentially, it amounts to the world can't wait for regime change. The organizers in Portland wanted the march to be a march to city hall to pressure the commission to vote on the resolution denouncing the war. That was the plan.
Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. What began as a light rally with lukewarm, semi-inspirational speeches became another instance of the Portland Police Bureau (PPB) abusing its power against peaceful marchers.
The marchers refused to comply and submit to the police and in solidarity were victorious against the police intersection after intersection. The police would direct the marchers one way, and the marchers courageously refused, only to be stopped by bike cops further down the road. Each time the police would relent, allowing the marchers to pass. This did not last. The police stopped the march at a particular intersection, and without much warning, if at all, pepper sprayed a crowd. They then ordered the marchers out of the street and onto the sidewalks, at which point the crowd complied. We all remarked at how quickly they complied. As I was watching several people being arrested, searched and put in a van, I heard yelling. I ran the half block to the corner where Matt was, just in time to see the police shooting rubber bullets at the ground (so that they bounce up and into the crowd) and pull certain activists out of the crowd. They did this twice, and the second time they leveled the rubber bullet gun at us, and fired. The guy next to me was hit several times. They also fired bean bags as a way to "control" the crowd.
When all was said and done, 10 people were arrested, including a woman and her son, and a woman who was not affiliated with the march at all. She was an innocent bystander.
That weekend, Matt and I did a legal observer training for a group of people who are going to the day laborer spots here in Portland to film the activities of Minutemen and in anticipation of ICE or PPB raids.
The next weekend I went to Washington, DC for the National Law Students Workers' Rights Conference. It was good. The whole conference took place at the George Meany National Labor College, which is pretty awesome. The conference had its good points and bad points, but it's getting people involved in the movement which is awesome. While there, I met some people got to hang out with Katy (who still rocks) and some friends of hers (one of whom used to be a mid-wife) and bumped into Tucker Carlson. Katy took me to a birthday party at some bar in Georgetown, where I proceeded to spill two drinks. Which would not be worth mentioning if I had, say, for example, been drunk, but I wasn't. I'm just clumsy. The morning of my flight, I overslept, and missed my 6:00am flight, but got routed through Minneapolis/St. Paul. This airport had a great restaurant with some great vegan food, including dessert. I was very impressed. I also bought and read My Friend Leonard on the way back from DC. (I don't care if he lied, exaggerated or what, I really enjoyed it.)