What you see there is my protest sign from yesterday's "Strike Out SB1070" protest on Landsdowne Street behind Fenway's Green Monster. No one really got it except one Red Sox security guard who seemed floored that I knew anything about baseball. Which is unfair but just as unfair as me assuming he knows nothing about civil rights. Which I of course, do. So we're even.
I saw flyers for the protest around my neighborhood only yesterday and decided to head on down as much for observation as for actual demonstration. With the news cycle having pretty much let go of SB1070 as a national topic of debate I figured attendance at the rally would be sparse and mostly overwhelmed by a sea of inebriated, testy Sox fans. When I rode up the far end of Landsdowne St. I thought my suspicions were mostly confirmed as I didn't see a single protester... till I got to the end of the block. The protest was actually directly between the Cask & Flagon and Game On, the flatpanel covered, soulless Hatfield & McCoy of Boston bars. Prime real estate for milling about pregame and cramming cheese fries down your maw.
And I was wrong about turnout. The Globe estimated about 200 protesters and we drew an even higher number of ruddy faced anonymous white dudes yelling nonsensical retorts then giving us the finger and scurrying off. When someone tells me to "get a job" as they stumble drunk into a bar at 6PM, I don't think they really mean that.
As that Globe article points out, most players are now mum on the immigration law issue. I don't much blame them, their union has already come out against it. And Snakes' managing partner Ken Kendrick, the original raison d'etre of a Diamondbacks boycott has said he personally opposes the law. So if I'm still going by my original reasoning, protesting this team doesn't make all that much sense anymore.
Which is fine, because that's not we were doing. The rally was to speak out against an unjust law that encourages racial profiling. Profiling a segment of the population that is highly integrated into the fabric of baseball, no less. And with it getting as much attention as it does outside a game (101 comments on that Globe article, the fact that there even is a Globe article), the ballpark makes an appropriate venue for reaching the most people. I'm glad I went. I'm glad 199 or so other people did and I'm glad not everyone's bias or inflated sense of self worth (But they're MYYYY tax dollars, Mommy!) stands in the way of social justice. I even had a couple Sox fans nod their heads in approval.
Afterward, everyone headed down to the State House to support the Student Immigration Movement that is camped out on the lawn. I wanted to march down there with the rest of the gang but the Celtics were on soon. I'd put convictions in front of rooting interests enough for one day.