The hype and hysteria reached even the sleepy North Shore of Boston. In the
weeks leading up to the summer's seminal event in The Big City, local police
chiefs were predicting endless commutes and near-constant gridlock. Many
advised
locals to "go to New Hampshire for the week and don't look back." Thanks to
the comfort of an overwhelming Police (State) presence, the terrorists,
tourists, troublemakers and travelers were kept at bay.
Poor Boston. $60 million on security, and 0 income for tolls. By the second
day, the secret started to leak that our charming provincial capital had
become
somehat of a ghost town. Of course, there were dissenters in the streets:
Veterans for Peace and the Boston Social Form held their own conventions, and
United for Peace and Justice, Black Tea Society, Food Not Bombs and many
other
groups made their presence known as usual. Of course, many
activists--including
many of us who tried in vain to yank the Democratic Party out of its pro-war
stupor--were also convinced to stay home, or run the gauntlet of the Protest
Pen, a court-sanctioned cage for protesters designed to make the effort of
free