Well dressed white lady at the BLM Ribs stand was talking to folks about the raid on the homeless camps earlier, so I got in and asked a few questions, specifically why she felt she had the authority to remove the encampment.
She repeated multiple times that "it's about peace", and claimed that the houseless were doing drugs and leaving needles around. She also claimed that they had thrown molotovs the prior night, a point which was contested by people in the crowd.
I asked if the rib spot was a charity. She said it's not, but says they feed the houseless (?).
Someone suggested that the issue between the camps was personal; she said that it might be, but repeated that it's about peace.
Going back to my point, I asked why she felt that her illegal encampment had the authority to police the other illegal encampment.
She said the police "weren't going to do anything."
Says the rib tent is legal, and that the cops OK'd it. I asked if it's permitted, she says no.
When I asked who was funding the tent that feeds the houseless but is not a charity, she said it was funded by "everybody".
Says she and others have donated food and money. Claims people drop off supplies throughout the day.
An odd interview for sure.
That aside, Jail Support has been safe and relatively unbothered. Building security did come out at one point to ask people not to be up against the building, but no real issues down here.
As I hit send on that last tweet, a molotov cocktail exploded up by the elk. Ran up there and caught some people putting out the measly flames.
Soon as that fire broke out, Well Dressed White Lady reappeared, seemingly to say she knew who threw the explosive, only to not point them out.
So these wood palettes in the elk space...
People want to set them aflame, and the WDWL is not letting them.
I think she's drunk.
I ain't know what they are arguing about...
Wear masks, people.
Two younger Black guys took over arguing at the elk. I asked some questions but they weren't saying shit, aside from confirming that they were part of the "crew cleaning up the park."
One of them was very drunk..
Sometime set a fire in the park, was enjoying the music being played by a dancing DJ near the stone monument.
One thing I love doing at work is making people admit that they don't know how to do something, and then forcing them (thru awkward silence and faux aloofness) to ask for help...
... only to tell them that I don't know either and to ask someone else.
And I'm the only Black male at my job so you know which "men" I'm talking about.
For maximum effect, first I like to cut the request of "I need somebody to do X" down with "You don't know how to do X?"
This catches the coworker off-guard and creates unnecessary defensiveness.
Once the coworker is properly perked, verify that they have all the tools required to do the work themself, then force them to self identify their lack of training as the issue.
I call this "stewing" because this is where you really get the flavor. Best if others are watching.
Took my dog in to treat an ear infection and she ended up getting surgery and a biopsy.
$1,000+ later... I'll be at the crib doing post-op care for a few days.
I think it's important to keep in mind that many of the people we see out doing the work in this revolution of sorts (protesting, fund raising, housing, organizing) are not "full time activists" and we are out here IN ADDITION to our already busy, difficult and stressful lives.
Not complaining cuz I love my life (couldn't always say that) but I have 4 kids (1 in college), a marriage, an ill dog, parents moving back, a bro being harassed by Vancouver PD, a full time job, and I'm dealing with MULTIPLE income streams being cut off due to COVID.
Somebody rambling on the mic under a cloudy moon. Not many people here. There's almost as many press and motorcade as protesters.
They blowing bubbles.
There's a speaker at PPA talking about how the revolution is being white washed by both so-called leaders who condemn violent action, and those who blame radical action on a white fringe element.
I don't be in these streets looking for friends, I'm out here scanning for accomplices. I'm measuring the like-minded and those with adjacent goals for capability and commitment to principles.
I'm out here by moral obligation.
And along the way, we make friends, we share in love, we bond, we fight, we agree, we laugh, we dance, we clique, we compete...
That's all part of the process. But when we talk about centering... What's the big picture?
We don't HAVE to be buddies for Black Lives to Matter.