I felt as if I’d walked in during the early bird special at Wolfie’s in Miami Beach, circa 1978. The blue hairs were out in full force, to an extent that made me wonder if organizers had a defibrillator on site.
There also wasn’t much of the Left’s touted diversity; why, I didn’t see even one non-white face—not one. Curious, too, given that while primarily white, Larchmont is still 19 percent “minority.” It can all make you wonder how organic any of this was.
While the protesters were long in the tooth, however, this didn’t mean they were short on hostility. Some were your typical hostile, short-fuse leftists; two people laid hands on me, in fact (nothing serious), and an upper-middle-aged man tried to intimidate me into leaving. “Why don’t you keep moving, okay?” he told me two or three times. At one point he mentioned getting a “restraining order” against me as well.
I don’t know if he was a priest—he wasn’t wearing a clerical outfit—but he also he said that he’d forgive me for my hatefulness. So he apparently was there providing absolution.
I additionally had to wonder how many at the protest were paid demonstrators, as has been said some are. One lady I interviewed, after all, said she couldn’t talk longer because she had “two more protests to hit.” So that’s either extreme devotion or pocketbook promotion.
Moreover, as you’d expect, the TDS among the crowd was high and the knowledge level low. Anyway, I made a video of what transpired (below). Note that some interviewees are younger because, I’d say, I approached a higher percentage of the young protesters.