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September 15 Anti-War March

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Cheer Sheet

Part 2

Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.

Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.  Later, everyone formed a circle in the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.


“The ‘F’ for feminism waving you ‘bye bye’! … Hey, George Bush, can’t you see that my body belongs to me!”


Meanwhile, a black flag with a muffin on it flew nearby.

Meanwhile, a black flag with a muffin on it flew nearby.


And another group played music.

And another group played music.


A street puppet, dressed in a military uniform, called for an end to the war.

A street puppet, dressed in a military uniform, called for an end to the war.


Even David Barrows, in his "Devil Bush" costume, joined in.

Even David Barrows, in his “Devil Bush” costume, joined in.


Along a wall, a crowd had gathered to watch.

Along a wall, a crowd had gathered to watch.


All the while, the radical cheerleaders cheered on...  All the while, the radical cheerleaders cheered on...

All the while, the radical cheerleaders cheered on…

All the while, the radical cheerleaders cheered on...  All the while, the radical cheerleaders cheered on...


“But what is terror anyway? Nuclear destruction, genetically modified foods, the IMF, the World Bank, it’s all bad news!”


“You cut down all the trees to regulate the Earth’s degrees…”


“…and raise up your fist!”


Eventually, the radical cheerleading group split into two groups. One group, including Maddy, Olga, and myself, went across 15th Street to join up with SDS. The other group stayed where they were. There, a number of us masked up, including Maddy, Olga, and myself, and we did cheers near the SDS group. There, I was surprised to find out who was there! I heard my name, and it turns out to be a friend that I had previously attended church with at Finley Memorial Presbyterian Church during the 1990s. Turns out it was Garrett, who was now a junior at William and Mary, and active in the SDS chapter there. How cool!


It's Garrett! How cool!

It’s Garrett! How cool!


This was perhaps one of the coolest outfits we saw - a Cookie Monster hat!

This was perhaps one of the coolest outfits we saw – a Cookie Monster hat!


And as it became closer to the time to march, Maddy, Olga, and I all masked up.  And as it became closer to the time to march, Maddy, Olga, and I all masked up.

And as it became closer to the time to march, Maddy, Olga, and I all masked up.


At one point, one person called all the DC people up for a quick huddle. All of us who actually were from Washington gathered for a quick discussion. We all quickly came to an agreement. We should discourage people in the strongest terms possible from trashing our city, i.e. don’t break that window, but not order people around. After all, we live and work in the city, but ordering people around in that regard would smack of authoritarianism, and that would not be a good thing.

After what seemed like forever, the march got moving. Our plan as the SDS contingent was to wedge ourselves into the march just after the veterans. The general feeling was that it was the right thing to do to let the veterans take the lead, and we in fact had several false starts as we realized that the veterans had not yet gotten through. Once we really got moving, though, we locked arms and wedged ourselves in, right behind the veterans. This involved breaking through the “peace police”, aka ANSWER “security”, who generally wear bright yellow safety vests. In this case, they had joined hands to guide the march onto its southeastern route, and also were holding a rope. Once one girl lost her grip, it was all over for the peace police, and the wedge-in was successful.

And so we were off! As we passed by the southeast corner of Freedom Plaza very early in the march, Maddy, Olga, and I noticed a strange smell: Why would someone be painting their nails during a protest march? We eventually realized that what we were smelling was most likely spray paint, though I have no idea whether or not any tags were left in the vicinity of Freedom Plaza.


Yes, the march is underway...

Yes, the march is underway…

Yes, the march is underway...

Yes, the march is underway...


“1, 2, 3, 4, we don’t want your f—ing war! 5, 6, 7, 8, organize and smash the state!”
(A few of us had initially mis-heard this chant, and thought they were saying, “organize and masturbate”. Oops!)

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