Frank Ogawa Plaza, a.k.a. Oscar Grant Plaza, is once again filled with people.
And this time we brought vuvuzelas!
To be fair, I shouldn't use the plural. This was the only visible (and audible) vuvuzela.
The theme last Wednesday included good looking and well behaved dogs.
This theme continues.
On Wednesday night, I noticed no smell of urine or weed.
This afternoon... no smell of urine.
If you get my drift.
At the steps in front of City Hall, speaker after speaker got up and gave call and response, talking about what they did to organize today in different parts of the city. This guy went to Fruitvale near International Boulevard.
What are they organizing, you might ask? A general strike in Oakland for this Wednesday. I have three jobs right now, but I can't say how many I'll have at the beginning of the year. My work situation is very tenuous and the future it doesn't look like it will get better any time soon.
All my work on Wednesday is in Oakland.
I will be on strike and I will be able to tell my students why this Monday.
This is a town where police tear gas peaceful protesters and IT DOESN'T WORK.
This is a town where a cop shoots an unarmed man in custody in the back, the video goes up on YouTube, some idiot L.A. jury gives the cop the least conviction possible and some even stupider L.A. judge gives the bastard the minimum sentence.
If you are down in the plaza on Wednesday, who knows? Maybe I'll see you there.