15
Seven years before the Community
Sara and Bea clambered up the stairs out of the BART station into the fog of a San Francisco morning, two among thousands traipsing through the city that day. The streets had been blocked off and police cars were parked every few blocks, lights flashing but sirens silent. Like this was some kind of parade instead of the protest it purported to be.
Maybe that’s what made their presence feel so ineffective and useless. If the authorities sanctioned a protest, was it really a protest?
Something about the whole endeavor felt a little masturbatory, throngs of angry people wearing North Face jackets and expensive tennis shoes, shouting slogans about caring for the planet and defeating the policies their parents had championed.
How many of them had arrived
