Last Tuesday evening Chicago’s local leftists held their annual anti-war protest by marching down Michigan Ave., the “Magnificent Mile”. I knew that I would be downtown Tuesday evening so I figured what the heck; I grabbed my camera and printed up a sign that read “You Are the Enemies of Freedom and Liberty”. I went down to Michigan Ave. and stood across from the Allerton
Hotel (the old Tip-Top-Tap is no longer on the top of the Allerton
) facing the crowd and I had a grand old time playing “witty comebacks to stupid remarks”, but I digress. As I posted
Tuesday night the crowd was small compared to last year’s extravaganza, the local papers estimated
the crowd size at 4000 people, a little more than half of last year’s
rather small turnout. To put that in perspective there are 9.4 million
people in the Chicago Metropolitan area.
I was considering titling this post “Stupid White People March Against the War” because the only African-Americans I noticed at that march were members of the Chicago Police Dept. The lack of African-Americans was striking for among other reasons that they make up 36% of the city population and are well represented in many of the suburbs. For the time being I will leave that tidbit for others to analyze although the fact that African-Americans have been so successful in the military likely plays a part. There was of course a wide variety of communist groups represented, International ANSWER
being prominent among them and of course there were some groups marching in support of various pan-Arab and anti-Israeli causes. A group of college kids who had a pro-Syria chant was really a sight to behold. As with all of these marches the strange supporters of Che Guevera were in attendance, however the Pol Pot supporters wisely attended incognito. My sign brought out a variety of emotions in those who happened to notice it but shock was part of most reactions. Those people were shocked that someone could conceivably say that they did not stand for freedom or liberty. One woman came up and questioned me, she was in such a rage that she did not seem to even notice that she sometimes deals with me at work; I sometimes trade for the company that she works for and have known her for years. Not only did she not seem to realize that she knew me but she may have also been oblivious to the fact that the small group she was marching with held signs for the Workers World Party
, a communist group not exactly known for their support of liberty. In part so that I can get my trades properly cleared I did not clue her in to the fact that we know each other.
This march, like the other organized anti-war marches here in Chicago featured women passing out propaganda along the edges of the march; some of the leafleters were attractive, some not so much. It is worth noting that some seemed to be literally reliving those heady days of the Viet Nam war, dressed up like their Raggedy Ann
dolls and pleading with passerby to “come see our veterans speak at Daley Plaza
!” The March organizers had a few veterans marching at the lead of the parade dressed in white camouflage so that we couldn’t miss the seven or eight of them and apparently it was up to those vets to “change people’s minds”. It is as if I haven’t been bombarded with those people’s delusions for the last four years. No, make that my entire adult life.