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Those coffins that got carried past Madison Square Garden yesterday? (I saw a post from arwalden asking about them.)
The way I heard it, they were put together by an ad hoc group called (I think) One Thousand Coffins, but I can't find anything about them on the web. The idea, however, was to graphically depict the real human cost of Chimpy's Excellent Iraqi Adventure. As street theatre, I thought it was great!
I carried one. My friend Jill and I decided to march, but we didn't have any good graphics. (We took sheets of paper and made quickie signs. Hers said "Remember Fahrenheit 911," and I drew an outline of the continental USA with the text "First Amendment Zone," but neither of us was real proud of our efforts.)
So we were ambling down 15th Street toward the beginning of the march (14th and 7th Ave) when we saw these cardboard coffins stacked up, and people were fitting the flags around them. We thought the image was intensely powerful, and we were looking forward to seeing how they would be used in the march. Then we saw people looking for volunteer pallbearers, and we decided to go for it.
It was not much fun, actually. The organizers wanted the pallbearers to conduct themselves with dignity and decorum (which, as anyone who knows me will attest, are not exactly the concepts that generally guide my life), and part of that was that we weren't supposed to carry our own signs or take part in the cheering, hooting, and hand signals. Moreover, being part of a large group, we couldn't wander around and check out all the other interesting constructions and signs and street theatre.
Plus the instructions to the pallbearers kept changing. Originally two people were supposed to carry each coffin side by side at waist level. Then, by degrees, it changed to one bearer in front, one in back, at shoulder level. (Although it must also be said that getting us to follow instructions in any event was too much like herding cats. We were also supposed to stay in rows of five coffins across, and maintain that formation throughout the march, and we didn't. So Jill and I got separated, which had me mildly panicked because my car keys and stuff were locked in her apartment! The organizers were prominently unhelpful-- so if any of you guys are reading this, I bid you a hearty Go Cheney Yourself.)
But I saw some of the pictures this morning, and it did look as good as I thought it would. And I hope we pricked the consciences of some Repukes.
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