My Kind of Protest

Years ago, in my former life as a photojournalist, I covered many protests in my college town. The era was early to mid-80s which meant the topics pertained to ending Apartheid and supporting a particular side in the war in Nicaragua. Outrage over new fees and tuition hikes would erupt with regularity.

These were all sedate by today’s comparisons. This was long before wild insurrectionists dressed like Vikings or anarchists throwing flaming bottles of gasoline.

When I happened upon this protest yesterday, it was obvious that trouble wasn’t imminent. I figured if the owners of the BMWs and Teslas adjacent to the event weren’t going to worry, neither should I. The fact that the police didn’t bother hanging around was further confirmation of this being a docile affair.

I had no intention of taking any photographs. If you’ve seen one virtue-signaling event, you’ve seen them all. But then I saw the “lookie-loo” guy make his way over. His Stan Smiths, untouched by a tennis court, and his goofy hat were something I couldn’t resist.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.

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