Photos & Captions from the Republican National
Convention Protests in NYC, September 2004
Courtesy of Chad Laird
Before the march began, the Critical Mass folks
who weren't among the 264 arrested
the day before stormed through Union Square.
Then they got arrested.
Waiting on 16th Street to join in on 7th Avenue,
which took well
over an hour. The first marchers finished before
we began.
Heading up 7th.
The 1000 Coffins group constructed flag-draped
caskets to
commemorate the casualties in Iraq.
If I had any kids I could join Brooklyn Parents
for Peace, which would be rad.
One of many rad shirts.
She's totally pissed.
They've been penned in!
They can't even move about! Oh, wait . . .
They shoulda put out some more trash cans, I guess.
A lot of apartments on the route were supportive.
I like that green shirt guy on the roof,
and I like to think he does fabulous experiments
with whatever that
mad scientist contraption is up there to the
right.
Here's the scene on the sidewalk after an unsuccessful attempt to purchase
water or
something like it. The stores were completely cleaned out of water
and its variations
like Gatorade, etc. I bet protests are better for local busnesses than
RNC zoo trips.
So much one can do with the name "Bush."
Triu . . .Trim . . . aw fuck it.
The cops in standard aloof/bemused pose.
Finally passing by the convention center, pausing
to take in the
epithets and middle fingers.
This is my entry for the conspicuous juxtaposition category.
The most authoritative garbage truck ever.
Some group called Anacor used a hair re-growth
metaphor to
express how much better things will be after
Kerry is elected.
After we passed Madison Square Garden we encountered
most of the
Bush supporters. This guy apparently trusts Jesus
to help
Bush fight wars. I think.
Then we walked by the Protest Warriors, a conservative
group that
protests against protests. They really suck at
it though, as evinced
by their thoroughly confusing signs. They called
us fascists about 18
or 19 times.
Billionaires for Bush came out to thank
us for paying their taxes.
The Billionaires rule. They showed up at The Tank
later that night demanding champagne.
After the congestion at Madison Square Garden
the streets became more thinned out.
(Look how psyched up the camo-pants guy with
the gallon of water is.)
