#protesting

Here's the thing. In the US.

DO NOT TALK TO LAW ENFORCEMENT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

If you are in a situation where you're lying to law enforcement, you are already interacting too much. STOP TALKING.

You can ask if you are free to go. You can keep asking.

Per the National Lawyers Guild, ESPECIALLY do not lie to the FBI. Do not say things to them that could be construed as lying. Those are serious charges. The best way around that is NOT TALKING.

My grandparents raised their children, four girls (one of them my mother), to be fighters. My aunts marched in Washington for women's rights with babies strapped to their chests and like to joke that all of the grandchildren who came from that line (including myself) were born with picket signs in their hands.

But it started with my grandparents. They fought hard for what they believed in. They marched against Vietnam. They marched for Martin Luther King. They marched for women's rights. They marched for a better future.

But let's talk specifically about my grandmother for a moment.

My grandmother unfortunately passed away in 2016. She had to watch the first Trump election and did so knowing that it would probably be the last election she'd ever see. And there is some argument there that she could have given in to fear and defeatism. She could have decided none of it was worth it, and she could have decided that fascism had won and the world was over.

But she did something else instead.

To give some context, my grandparents had friends who were Republicans. I say were, because they shifted from the normal Republican towards the MAGA Republican we see today. And despite a very clear message from my family about how we felt, they were more than ready to still come to the funeral as if everything was normal. Like their beliefs were normal. Like they were welcome to celebrate someone who had fought so hard for the rights of other people.

These were people who would have absolutely used their rhetoric to scream and shout if they were left out or disinvited.

And so my grandmother, even past her final moments, pulled the most brilliant, petty move I've ever seen.

She'd decided ahead of time that everyone who had known her was more than welcome to attend but that she wanted everyone attending the funeral to donate money. That was the requirement to be invited. And so everyone did just that. There was no talk about what the donations were for, just that they were appreciated. I want to say that the assumption was the money would help pay for funeral expenses and give the family some support while we grieved.

Except that wasn't the case.

Because in those final moments of the funeral, the rabbi stepped forward to thank everyone, and then very cheerfully announced;

"Arlene was so happy to know just how many people were coming to join us here today. She couldn't have been more proud of her family. And I'm sure she would have been elated to see just how much money you all gave today to Planned Parenthood."

When I say that the faces of those people are enshrined in my memory, I mean it. The anger, the devastation, the rage, the betrayal. It was an absolutely gorgeous display of true defeat at the hands of a boss ass old lady who literally fought with her last breath and threw up both middle fingers all the way out the door.

What I'm saying is this.

It is very easy to feel defeated. It is very easy to think that everything is over, and there's nothing left for us to do. It's very easy to say that fascism won, that fear won, that hate won.

But that's only true if you let it be true.

There is always more that we can do. There is a future that is still worth fighting for. And it's more than possible, even when it doesn't seem like it.

And fighting is going to look different every time.

Some days it will look like picket signs in our hands.

Some days it will look like spending time with friends and family and people you love and knowing that you have a community that supports you and your vision of a brighter future.

And some days, it's pulling absolute natural level 20 petty trickster shit even after you've left the world.

Because you can always make an impact and you can always add a little brightness to life, and if that means tricking a group of MAGA idiots into throwing their money behind Planned Parenthood in the middle of your own goddamn funeral then that's what it means.

Keep fighting. People have done it before you. People will continue to do it after you.

And enjoy the little victories.

"It would be a shame if protesters started wearing safety glasses, hard hats, respirators, and gardening gloves, all of which can be found at the hardware stores. It would be a shame if they started using traffic cones (the kind without the hole in the top), upside down buckets, or other improvised lids to contain teargas by placing them over the canisters.

It would be a shame if protesters learned that police scanners are legal to own in the US, allowing them to learn where police are moving, and what routes they intend to take. It would be a shame if they discovered that these scanners can be used to send as well as receive, allowing them to flood the scanner frequencies with noise.

All of this would be a terrible, terrible shame.

Know your rights. Use your voice. Fuck ICE. 🚫🧊

STAY SAFE!!! 🚨🚨🚨 IMPORTANT ⬇️

they sent, on purpose i think, a small female cop to do my pockets/possessions search before they put me in the cell, and she was absolutely and transparently trying to buddy up to me, and she fucking sucked at it, making overfamiliar comments about how my puffer vest (it was cold) was like the one in Back to the Future. i dont think ive ever delivered a more deadpan "what." in my life. it was a black vest btw, not orange, and otherwise completely unremarkable. weird thing to say.

all i said to every cop in the arrest process was "yes" or 'no" to mandatory questions, my identification, and "i want to speak to a lawyer". as a result they never actually tried to interrogate me, they just put me in an overnight cell next to another activist who had also been arrested, another activist i already knew. we ALSO did not talk to EACH OTHER overnight, because we knew they were listening. instead, we took turns singing Disney songs with the lyrics changed to make fun of the police (we were in adjoining concrete cells, no bars, just solid walls and doors).

im telling you this because it may happen to you someday, especially if you are brave enough to show up to protests (please do). the cops will try to trick you. if you are nervous you may exhibit appeasement behaviors you're unfamiliar with and find hard to control. you will be aware the whole time that they can kill you, rape you, frame you for crimes, and have zero repercussions. the way to deal with this is to "grey rock" the cops. silent treatment. remember how effective this was when you were a kid? when you just shut down and turned into a stiff, staring automaton. cops cannot do anything with this behavior, they cant manipulate it or lie to it or twist it around, because "it" is nothingness, you're giving them nothing to work with. remember that tiktok with the two lawyers? shut the fuck up

you also should not eat or drink anything while there unless it's just water out of a sink, no cup. they can take your DNA from anything you put your mouth on. i fucked this one up, i actually ate the jail breakfast they gave me. im a low-priority, zero-clout arrestee so i doubt they bothered, but they certainly could have my DNA on file right now. i cant tell you why i made that mistake, people do stupid and careless things when sleep deprived and i just forgot to put that into my "here's what im going to do" plan going in.

if you are white and privileged like i am, go to the front line, put your body in front of your more vulnerable comrades. white and cis-passing people get the treatment i described, we get to sing in a nice clean cell all night and go home in the morning. everyone else who gets arrested is not so lucky. take up the cops' time and space, be a distraction.