This is how we ended up going to the protest. Thursday night, Rebecca got all riled up reading Daily Kos. Friday, she called me to say she was packing the kids in the car - along with our Romanian nanny and her boyfriend, who is visiting for the month - and driving down to Washington for the anti-war protest. Equipped with security blankets, tippie-cups, diapers, a laptop and a bunch of Elmo DVDs they set off on the ten-hour drive to a hotel in Alexandria, where she had booked a single room for everyone to share. I left after work, drove down on my own, and stumbled in at 4:30 Saturday morning. The baby, as usual, woke up at 6:30. Four hours later, having sheparded the kids through the continental breakfast and onto the Metro, we were at the Ellipse…
I have no idea how to estimate crowd size, but even before the actual march started, it looked huge. We could see people filling Fourteenth Street as far as the eye could see, definitely past Pennsylvania Avenue; and Constitution Avenue was also packed in both directions. Everyone but us had clever banners and tee-shirts. "Make levees, not war" was popular. My favorite was "I voted for Al Gore and all I got was this stupid Orwellian nightmare". On our shirts, we had maple syrup and strawberry stains from breakfast.
We threaded our way through the crowd to where a proto-march seemed to be forming. Our four-year-old enjoyed herself reasonably well until the giant Bread-and-Puppet-Theater-type Death Puppets came marching down the street. They were supposed to represent casualties of the Iraq war and they scared her half to death.
I hate Bush as much as anybody. I really do. But must we on the left really be so apocalyptic? When things go badly, we just dive headlong into negativism. You really notice these things when you have kids.
Anyhow we beat a retreat and went looking for a bathroom and some food (which we had cleverly forgotten to bring: "I’m sure there will be lots of vendors…"). Nothing was happening except speeches and milling, so we went into one of the Smithsonian museums and had an early lunch. By the time we were done, of course, the kids were flagging and we thought maybe we had done our part and could head back to the hotel and go swimming.
Then, as we rounded the corner onto Constitution, we saw that the march proper had finally started. And it was, well, wonderful. Everyone had coalesced, and many more had come to the mall as the day went on. There were waves of marchers - not just die-hard activists but regular people, families like ours, obviously from all over the country - walking quietly past us. They weren’t noisy or demonstrative. Only a few had signs. They were just there, to say "this is also America. We do not want to occupy Iraq. We care about the victims of Hurricane Katrina. We want change."
The New York Times reported a "vast" number of protesters. A Washington Post/Associated Press story said:
The rally stretched through the day and into the night, a marathon of music, speechmaking and dissent on the National Mall. Police Chief Charles H. Ramsey, noting that organizers had hoped to draw 100,000 people, said, "I think they probably hit that."
So, we marched. I think Jane understood what we were marching for, in a four-year-old sort of way. She understands that we believe in peace, and in not hurting people. She understands the President is a bad man. "Where is he?" she wanted to know. Good question.
The baby understood that she was getting a very long ride in the baby-backpack.
There were counter-demonstrators. I felt sorry for them. It must have been hard to watch a hundred thousand people walk by protesting the war. Judging from their banners, a fair number of them have children serving in Iraq. It’s easy for us to say "we’re against the war, not the soldiers". But the kids who joined up after 9/11 did it because they believed in something, they wanted to defend their country against a brutal terrorist threat. And their families really need to believe that they are fighting for a worthy cause. I imagine the anxiety would be impossible to bear otherwise.
I really admire Cindy Sheehan for the stand she has taken. I think it is a very difficult one for military families.
I wish that were the end of my story - but after the march we had the bonus experience of being trapped for ninety minutes in a crowded subway car in a dark tunnel with two now-exhausted, hungry kids trying to get back to our hotel. The Metro system was overwhelmed - another measure of the size of this demonstration.
Were we right to spend hundreds of dollars and drive for twenty hours just to add six to the number of people who attended? Rebecca and I have no regrets. It was something we needed to do. All over the country, people obviously weighed the same pros and cons and decided to come. That’s how these things happen.
The media never give much coverage to grassroots phenomena like demonstrations. The communal web - blogs, bulletin boards, etc. - is more sensitive to mass movements in their early phases. I hope that this is the beginning of a change - that there will be more demonstrations, even larger ones, and an upswing in other forms of activism.
America does not belong to George Bush - or to any political party. I think we - Americans - can retake it.