Mailer spoke of self-righteous speakers and long haired,
long winded folk behind platforms.
He spoke of smart fellows who knew they were smart and saw
themselves spitting microphones next to Kronkite,
five-thirty, channel six.
People who were there to be there and drugs and drugs and
drugs.
But on October twenty-third, which was as much my day as
anyone elses, maybe more, I didn't see any egos
bleeding the marchers to a runaway flood.
No podiums, no microphones, no prepared speeches to create
a first among equals.
I saw a thinking, reading youth being all they could be in
the canyons of corporate hoods.
I saw my expectations realized, multiplied among a whole
greater than the sum of it's parts.
I saw and participated in a change in the minds of youth and
abandoned wings, watching from their rooftops and out
the windows of their cars.
I marched for persons and peoples I have never met and saw
my element become me.
A wonderful sixty-nine of me and my ideals.
On the fronline I and my people, all people, fought the
fascism on our door-step.
I pulled my foot out of the past and I am through the door.
Reason for writing:
This is about the first protest I ever went to. It was an anti-police brutality protest. In my city, it was held on the 23rd of Oct. unlike every where else which held it on the 22nd.
Birth sign: Taurus
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