A couple nights after the election I was in Santa Fe, New Mexico. At 1 a.m., I logged on to Facebook and began watching a live feed of anti-Trump protests in Portland, Oregon, where I live. The city was spasming: Police in riot gear. Trash bins on fire. Rubber bullets aimed at demonstrators. I continued watching as the stream of people passed the Pearl, a collection of abandoned warehouses turned arts district turned gentrified residential and business zone fortified with cement and glass. Suddenly, an anarchist’s foot went through the window of the Pearl’s Bank of America branch, shattering it.
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