An hour later, I parked in a surface lot on Adams and Twelfth Avenue and walked a few blocks to Wesley Bolin Memorial Plaza between the Arizona state legislative buildings and the state supreme court. The usually empty plaza was now a roiling mass of humanity. Streets were cordoned off for a half mile in every direction.
The plaza contained a dozen different memorials, ranging from an enormous anchor from the USS Arizona to a recent memorial for the Granite Mountain hotshots, nineteen firefighters who lost their lives fighting a blaze up near Yarnell.
The White Nation crowd was easy to spot with their Confederate and Nazi flags as well as a few flags I didn’t recognize. I estimated the group size to be about a hundred, holding their ground around the main circle of memorials. A large por
