It was a beautiful day in San Francisco, a huge march from Dolores Park to Civic Center, remarkably free of any vandalisms, disruptions, or police violence. I marched with old friends—we’ve been activists for more than half a century together. And where once I might have been in front, drumming and trying to inspire the troops, now I find myself at the back, doing my best to keep up. But I’m still here!
From the back, sometimes you can get a good view of how long the march stretched:
Kids and young people!
Characters—I avoided taking picture of the naked marchers!
And you’re never too old to take a militant stance!
The man told me the slogan came from his grandmother!
Happy No Kings Day!
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