No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Protests, I assume, have their own terms of art. I’d openly wondered what you’d call the person who is leading the crowd in chants and, this being a notorious soccer town, someone suggested to me capo—which I don’t think is correct but I’m now too enamored of it not to use it.
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All of which is by way of getting around to mentioning that one of the things which struck me about the capo at the Black Lives Matter/“defund the police” demonstration on Sunday in downtown St. Johns was the bringing a chant to a close with the flourish, “Woo-hoo!”
It was this striking bit of extra emotional work, whereby after leading it in heavy, meaningful chants — say, the call and response of, “Hands up! (Don’t shoot!)”—the crowd is invited to let out the tension with cheers and applause.