Day Twelve

I’m doing my RESIST! project at two different locations on Bloomfield Ave.

I try to spend an hour at each.

This day, a Sunday, I started my day at the intersection of Park St, which is the more sedate, the more neighborhood of the two locations.

It’s like, I’m starting to know people there.

Seeing a lot of the same faces:

the crossing guard, the people who work at Sweet Kitchen across the way.

I’m always the lone protestor there, and so the feeling is very different.

Different for me, and maybe for the people driving by.

I think it’s more confronting.

More personal, for the both of us.

The intersection of Church St, especially at 3 PM on a Sunday, is a whole different ballgame.

It’s always different there in any case, as you have four streets converging. It’s the main intersection of town, and it is the recognized place for political activity, and so the location carries it’s own unique historical weight.

But on 3 PM Sunday it becomes the gathering place for people who seem to be united in their opposition to all things Trump.

It’s a rather raucous affair.

The main idea is to get people to honk their horns in support, and a lot of people oblige, often laying on the horn for the entirety of their drive-by.

Everyone cheers

I think it’s therapy.

People need to vent.

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