my protest-monitoring whatsapp group pinged sunday night with an alert about a rally happening on monday: that meant that we were supposed to stay tuned for a signal chat link we would join if we could attend the protest, where we'd meet staffers and other volunteer monitors, then buddy up and spread ourselves out around the action to monitor any police presence and interactions between them and protesters. that link didn't come, though, so while i planned to go and headed uptown with my vest in my bag yesterday afternoon, i didn't know until i got there if i'd be reporting to anyone at all. i didn't report to anyone present, exactly: one other monitor, M, showed up and we were left to ping each other in the chat that had finally fired up a few hours before the rally. we're supposed to begin our work by walking around the perimeter of the event, so i circled the park as groups arrived with flags and signs, massed on corners, and, uh, parked their patrol cars, vans, and schoolbuses; everyone fell silent when i passed through them in my little vest. i'm still not very good at identifying subspecies of authority figures, so i was thrilled to have M. monitoring is a little like storm chasing in that you can't really tell what's coming, especially if you're new to it: protesters don't often announce their intentions ahead of time, we were told, and we weren't supposed to interact with them anyway, so we didn't know if the rally would turn into a march. we certainly weren't supposed to interact with the police, who did approach and ask me questions about the protest a couple of times; i tend to freeze up and fawn when that happens, and am proud that i simply said, as trained, that i wasn't with the protestors. i can smile cryptically for my community! (our signal chat eventually swelled to six, but M and i remained the only members on the ground, unless you count the one who dropped out so they could attend as a protester; i respect that, i wanted to be there as a protester myself).
i tootled past the SRGs with their beltfuls of zip ties, posting updates; i noted when a surveillance drone went up, filmed a uniformed officer filming the protest with his personal phone, logged estimates (a thousand protesters and a few hundred cops, maybe? more?) and shows of force, traded commanding officer ID information with the staffers in the chat. (five minutes after i stonewalled a cop and sent in his photo, the chat supplied me with a full record of civilian complaints of excessive force against him. he was the one who'd spearhead the arrests, i was advised.) i followed along when the rally became a march and everyone headed south, where M and i were chided for not staying in sight of one another (but there were only two of us!). marchers began thanking us, cops pulled out barriers, one protester was arrested in the middle of the action where we couldn't see them (just two of us!), with a fluorescent-hatted NLG team at their side (the NLG gets right in there to assist people as they're taken, and are brave and wonderful). after about three hours and a zigzagging march southwest the remaining protesters gathered one last time at another park, then melted back into the city; the cops did whatever cops do, and M and i smiled at each other and bid the chat a good night. i unzipped my little vest, folded it into my tote bag, and looked for the F train, lightning in my veins.
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