Full disclosure: I got into a little physical altercation yesterday with the Chicago police and lost my notepad in the scuffle. We’ll get to that, but for now please forgive any errors in the timeline.
The first march organized by the March for the Democratic National Convention was set to take off from Chicago’s Union Park at 1 p.m. Reporters were invited to get there at 7 a.m; I have no idea if any did, but at 10:30 a.m. a friend texted to say, “Union Park right now is very underwhelming.” This seemed to be the consensus going in; that the anticipated 30,000 marchers would come nowhere near, and that the press would be overrepresented, which turned out to be the case—while reporting I ran into seven journalists in I know, when the average is about zero. But some of the protesters were also following the trend of pasting “PRESS” across their chests. A young woman I met on the bus around noon did the same. When I asked who she was reporting for, she looked confused; it was just a shirt. Okay, but why?
Those entering Union Park were handed a gazillion pamphlets with slogans like “NO WAR BUT CLASS WAR SMASH IMPERIALISM WITH COMMUNIST REVOLUTION,” “12 ESSENTIAL FACTS FOR UNDERSTANDING THE CURRENT ISRAEL-GAZA CONFLICT,” “WORKERS STRIKE BACK, WHEN WE FIGHT—WE CAN WIN,” and “NEITHER PARTY REPRESENTS THE WORKING CLASS—CLASS WAR 2024,”—the all-cap emphasis conveying the commitment of the pamphlet distributors. Nearly everyone at the rally turned out to be in their 20s, dressed in today’s radical chic—keffiyeh as cape, keffiyeh as neck scarf, keffiyeh as headwrap. There were a few women in full Handmaid’s Tale regalia, many young people in pro-Socialist red, and one dude wearing, refreshingly, an old Star Wars t-shirt. There was no police presence inside the park proper, but just outside there were at least 100 officers, half of them on bicycles, all of them waiting in the shade for something to happen. When I asked whether they’d be accompanying the marchers on their 1.1-mile city-approved route, I was given two short nods.
Before any marching began, there were speeches from the stage—speeches about genocide in Palestine, abortion, student debt, colonial settlers, Black Lives Matter, and cops being bastards. On and on it went, past 1 p.m.; the chanting the speakers requested was rarely very chanty. It was hot and people were thirsty and the line for the porta-potties stretched over 200 people long.
“Can someone help me spread this out so it can be seen by the helicopter?” asked a young man, unfurling a 50-foot sheet painted with the words, “LOOK UP ‘NAKBA.'”
“Would you like to carry a sign?” asked another young man, trying to offload one of the 400 or so signs strewn across the field. The sign-makers had been industrious, affixing emphatic messages like “STOP THE CRIME—FREE THEM ALL” and “GENOCIDE JOE’S LEGACY: BUTCHER OF GAZA” to wooden stakes. The problem was, there weren’t nearly enough takers. How many people did the guy next to me estimate were actually here?
“Five hundred,” he said, after a beat, just before someone on stage shouted into the microphone how great it was to see 15,000 people in attendance. The guy adjusted his estimate to 1,500, which I’d say was about right.
What they lacked in numbers they made up for in enthusiasm, waving Palestinian flags, communist flags, anarchist flags, “land back” flags, and a flag whose exact origin the person holding it said he did not really know. Someone mentioned they’d seen some Israeli flags earlier but I didn’t see any. As for American flags, I saw exactly one, carried by a veteran named Shawn, who said he had not liked seeing American flags burned during Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s visit to Congress.
“I think that’s greatly deplorable,” he said, as several young men with their faces covered moved close to him. But when they noticed that several members of the press also wanted to talk with the one dude carrying an American flag, they backed off.
“Earlier they were saying derogatory things towards me like, ‘get that shit out of here. What the fuck’s wrong with you?'” he said. “But at the end of the day, nobody’s going to intimidate me. Nobody’s going to prevent me from voicing my opinion.”
