Dutifully went to let's-treat-immigrants-as-people rally yesterday on
City Hall Plaza in 90-plus degree heat (note to Brutalist architects:
plant trees). Found a bit of shade from which we couldn't hear or see
the speakers, didn't matter because I knew what they were saying
(accurate & suitably outraged, but no less predictable for being
so). My contribution: another body to swell the count. We stood,
chatted, noted the usually earnest, occasionally witty T's and signs,
then decamped for oysters in the North End. This is not enough. This
really isn't anything. I need to do direct action, civ dis, something to
make a dent.
me trying to get out of photo of cute kids that appeared
in the Boston Globe report of an earlier rally at the State House
