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Gossips Hit a Nerve

We’re enduring another Critical Mass tempest in a teapot here in San Francisco. Unlike New Yorkers, who have doggedly faced down intense police and legal harassment for years now, but are still routinely arrested and have their bikes stolen month after month, we in SF have had an easy time of it. In fact, as I already posted in my last entry, the March 30 ride was fantastic, leaving from the foot of Market around 6:20 or so, twisting and turning brilliantly through downtown, whipping around City Hall and out through the Mission, all the way to the Excelsior via San Jose Ave., back through the Bayshore/Industrial district, north on 3rd Street after an intelligent regrouping at Jerrold and 3rd… by then the ride was down to about 800 or so. I left a bit later, about 8:15, as we passed 16th at 3rd, where I turned west on 16th. At that point it was still an amazing euphoric ride, full of good cheer, and nary a bad incident reported.

As I heard it from a friend who kept going, the ride went towards the ballpark, then through downtown again, into North Beach, through the Broadway Tunnel (ugh) west through Pacific Heights, before turning south again near Alta Plaza. No more than several dozen riders were left by then, and some of them apparently got into an altercation with a woman in her SUV. According to Kate McCarthy of the Bike Coalition, via my pal Joel who got her account:

“She says the typical aggressive push through the crowd by the driver was all over and done with AND THEN, after she drove a block farther, she hit a cyclist and that’s when the crowd went crazy and the lousy p’lice got involved. She heard the cop tell the injured cyclist that the only way they’d even take a report is if the guy was taking a ride in an ambulance.”

So this story gets twisted by gossip columnists for the SF Chronicle, long-time Critical Mass baiters and haters Matier and Ross. Two worse excuses for writers would be hard to find. Their bread and butter is inflaming politicians and the public over the trivial and the stupid. In this case, the woman’s car was trashed after she’d hit someone and tried to escape, but M&R wrote a piece making her sound like an innocent passerby. Even in their piece, quoting the police, she supposedly ‘tapped’ a bicycle… how does a 3,000 lb. SUV “tap” a bicycle? It was laughable when the piece was published this morning, and it’s worse now.

It seems to have set off a mini-storm of vitriol and abuse by the 101st Fighting Keyboardists of the Bay Area, sitting at their computers waiting for someone to blame for their miserable lives. Of course! Must be those goddamn bicyclists! They’re out there having a good time, free of the debt ball and chain that keeps these morons attached to their cars, jobs, and boring lives. They have friends, they’re changing life, they’re engaged in making something real and tangible and worthy…

I got a letter from someone I don’t know today, somehow expecting me to be responsible for this event. I reprint my exchange below.

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April Moon

Critical Mass last Friday night was another really remarkable ride… I want to send special thanks out to whomever got in front and made so many great decisions about twists and turns, taking us on a wonderfully snaking ride through downtown before we eventually made it all the way down Mission Street (after a nice ride through the center of the Civic Center right at City Hall before zigzagging around it), where we turned west on Cesar Chavez and then for the first time ever in local Critical Mass history we went out San Jose all the way under I-280, quite a ways west before turning back on to Alemany Blvd. Remarkably many hundreds made the whole trek, including another lovely set of choices through the Bayshore/Barneveld/Jerrold nexus to a long-awaited stop at Jerrold and 3rd. Hundreds showed up there! A magical night… here’s a shot of people whipping down San Jose where it’s basically a freeway going under another freeway…

Some of my pals from the Alemany Farm and Bike Kitchen have planted a lovely garden on a derelict patch of land at Stanyan and Fulton. After bringing it along over the past few months, the absentee landlord, an old San Franciscan woman who now lives in Hawaii, ordered her property management company to tear out the garden and leave the land as it was, abandoned and covered in trash!… a pointless and vindictive approach to a good use of nearly public land… Here’s a couple of shots of their weekend encampment which garnered universal support from neighbors and passersby…

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Watch out for that swinging pendulum!

A lot of friends have been noting the old pendulum metaphor lately, and it does feel like something’s up, a new energy, a re-energized boldness, a growing confidence that we can move things in a different direction… of course it’s also true that most of what we can think of doing isn’t particularly dangerous to daily life’s maintenance. But maybe that’s part of what we need to think freshly about, in terms of political engagement. Threatening daily life’s rhythms can easily backfire, given the deep desire for security and comfort. Perhaps the most interesting challenge these days is to pose a radical alternative that is subversive to the way things are precisely by presenting an obviously BETTER set of options. An energetic weekend like this one can make me feel a lot more engaged, but also can leave me weary with the sheer repetitiveness of marginal political expression… I guess I’m doomed to always harbor both responses, no matter what happens…

I should say that I’m still cruising on birthday fumes, and they smell great! Between the great party and all the walks, dinners, drinks, and hugs I’ve been getting, well, let’s just say that life is very very good… This past Thursday I got to indulge my sports fan side and joined my pal Q to drive up to Sacramento to first round NCAA games… they weren’t the best games, but it was a very fun experience, especially standing in the lobby cheering Duke’s loss with several dozen others… But the reason this anecdote fits into today’s theme is that on our way into the Arco Arena in Sacto a guy handed us a flyer. We didn’t think much about it, it said something like “test your NCAA trivia knowledge” so I shoved it in my pocket. But amazingly, a little while later I happened to look at the other side of it and it was a whole attack on Coca-Cola as NCAA sponsor. It was being distributed by the Student/Labor Coalition for Corporate Responsibility, and it made Q and I very happy to have been fooled by it… (the flyer spoke about Coke devastating communities in India with toxic sludge, paying huge fines in the U.S. for racial discrimination, etc.)… mighty strange to be far in the ‘burbs and get flyered in such a subtle way…

Saturday was the 12th annual Anarchist Bookfair, and as usual I was there with some pals, holding down a table for Shaping San Francisco, (the memory of) Processed World, and CounterPULSE… and has become almost customary every other year, I was a speaker again. Here’s a link to my talk, which was based on my forthcoming book “Nowtopia.” I always have fun at the bookfair, regardless of the strange truth that there are some dozen or two folks there who kind of hold me in contempt for reasons that I couldn’t explain, except that they’ve never spoken with me and are sure that I’m some kind of authoritarian ogre, or hopeless pro-capitalist sell-out… funny how sectarian every scene is… anarchists are far from an exception, especially a whole cohort of young ‘know-it-all’s’…

(by the way I was also recently interviewed by James Hughes on his Radio4All slot called Changesurfer, link here.)

Sunday was the usual big anti-war march, but we had a smashing time drumming… it was a warm sunny day and there were at least 5 or more drumming groups amidst the 15,000-20,000 protesters… the dionysiun spirit was really contagious and incredibly fun to be at the center of, as a drummer… (I’m really very amateur, but can fake it well in demos!)…

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