My bedroom, living room, and kitchen windows overlook Madison St. in Oakland, very close to the start of the city’s Women’s March. The morning of the March, a wave of women in pink “pussy hats” rolled toward Lake Merritt BART. It began at 8:30, when I awoke, and an hour later was going full force. The streets I cross every day to get to Laney College, to BART, or to the lake were blocked off, now filled with a seemingly endless crowd of people, most of them wielding the most creative, clever, and funny signs I’ve ever seen at a […]
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