I walk the line
As readers of the first month of the new version of this blog have seen, I'm of two minds when it comes to the daily and nightly protests here in Portlandia. One day I'm with the kids, the next day I'm with the government.
Peaceful demonstrations, I'm all for them. Picketing the police union office, yes yes yes. Trashing every statue in sight, no. Breaking stuff, spray painting, throwing rocks at cops, no. Tear gas, rubber bullets, mace, riot gear as the default uniform, deploying cops from unidentified other jurisdictions, hell no.
The writer Andrew Sullivan has a thoughtful piece up now. It may be a little to the right of were I find myself, but not far:
There has been much good done by the demonstrations forcing us all to understand better how our fellow citizens are mistreated by the agents of the state or worn down by the residue of past and present inequality. But the zeal and certainty of its more revolutionary features threaten to undo a great deal of that goodwill.
As we used to say in the heyday of blogging, read the whole thing, here.