A Personal Perspective Commentary by Martin Johns
(from Redbanklocal.com)
So the big story on the news, Tuesday, August 31, was that
1000 or more protesters were arrested in New York City as the Republican Convention went on a few blocks away. Peaceful
and positive Postal Workers merited nary a mention. And, certainly, turnout for the Concerned Postal Workers event should
have been in the thousands, rather than the hundreds. Am I disappointed? Nah. Not a bit.
The boat ride into Manhattan was a blast. As we made
our way to the Rally point, New Yorkers attentively read our t-shirts. In fact, we handed out quite a few and a lot
of folks put them right on.
Reaching 30th and 8th, we embraced
our brothers and sisters from New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, Hawaii, Ohio, North Carolina and more.
We marched together, spoke to the media, the police, and onlookers. Other protesters showed up. I’m not
really sure, but I think they were protesting us.
We gathered together and listened to impassioned impromptu
speeches from Moe Lepore, Liz Powell, Frank Giordano and others. We shared a moment of comic relief as Frank dropped
and broke the bullhorn. Such was his passion, the bullhorn wasn’t really necessary anyway.
As we began to disperse, I thanked as many police officers
as I could and we joked. “I wouldn’t want your job,” I said. “Well, I wouldn’t want
yours either.” Smiles and laughs all around.
Unexpectedly, one of my dearest friends happened by.
We shared apple slices and memories, and caught up on life since our last get together. We sat on the roof and watched
the police response to “that other protest,” without realizing that that’s what it was.
Eventually, I took the train home. Had a very nice
conversation with a cab driver, and tipped him well. He thanked me profusely and said, “I hope your protest did
some good.” “It didn’t do any harm,” I said.
By any standards, that was one hell of a good day.
Go ahead and believe we didn’t do enough simply because
mass arrests were a better news story. Go ahead and believe we didn’t do enough because there was more that could
have been done to promote or draw. Hey, we did the best we could. That’s all you can ever ask of anyone.
New Yorkers who read and/or wore our t-shirts heard a message
they would not have heard otherwise. So did the police officers and others who watched us march. Even the reporters,
who passed on our footage in favor of “a better story,” heard a message they hadn’t heard. And it’s
a simple message, really; the Postal Service works for everybody, so let’s keep it. As Moe Lepore said, we planted
some seeds in New York. Some of those seeds will grow.
Policemen were thanked, somewhere a cab driver is happier,
and I had one hell of a good day (and how many of those do you get, really). It’s that simple. Take it,
leave it, get it, don’t get it…I know we changed the world. And all we had to do was show up. If you
want to believe we didn’t change the world enough, that’s your hang-up. Everything affects
everything else. Every positive action changes the world for the better. More people can make more change.
But that’s up to you.