March for Our Lives

Seth, Anna (behind the camera) and Seth's sister Hanna joined the March for Our Lives on March 24. We prepared our signs with the greatest of care (well, some of us did), we hopped on the number 11 bus from Madison Park (where we were house sitting), and headed out to join the crowds.



And crowds there were indeed! At Cal Anderson Park, we joined a very sizable throng that only continued to grow as the march began.

There were people of every age and signs of every type.

My favorite sign was this one.

There was, as far as I could see, one counter protester. There was a young woman holding a sign that said "Assault Weapons" do not exist. I could not really tell what her deal was and I don't think anyone else could either. There was simply a space left around here as if she were smelly or contagious or something. She stood quietly and the crowd ignored her.

As we moved across I5 and headed into the city center past the Paramount Theater, I tried to get a photo of the crowd in front of us. the signs make it difficult to tell how far the mass of people stretches but it is many blocks.

After we passed this point, we rounded a corner in a few blocks and headed for the Seattle Center where the march ended.

When we got to the end, we headed for a coffee shop at the corner of 5th Ave and Mercer St. After a nice rest of our feet, a coffee, and a potty break, we headed back out to the street to catch our Uber ride back to Madison Park. When we got to 5th Ave and looked back past the Seattle Center, there was still a phalanx of people walking toward us filling the street. There was indeed a huge turn out for the march. I talked with Paul, Seth's dad the policeman, about this and he reckons that there was 20-22 thousand. This was a big crowd. Too bad Trump was hiding in his Florida retreat with his fingers in his ears crying La-la-la-la-la.