Some folks were protesting in front of one of our High Plains courthouses some days ago.
I like seeing folks protest. It means that something has moved them so much they have gotten off their duffs from in front of the TV, made some signs and taken their complaint out where everyone can see.
I helped organize a protest once upon a time, long ago and far away. I was in college, hauling my laundry back to my dorm room when I passed notice stuck on the wall: “ISN’T IT TIME WE HAD CO-ED DORMS? HELP PLAN A PROTEST EVENT! CALL LINDA.”
So I called Linda. Yeah, I wanted to help out, I told her. Heck yeah we should have co-ed dorms. A protest would be a blow against authority.
And besides, co-ed dorms might help me find a girlfriend.
Plus I was a college student; I had lots of time on my hands.
I designed snazzy notices and posted them all over campus. When the day came, more than 2,000 people showed up in the middle of the university.
Students with guitars strummed protest songs off key, others gave speeches.
“We demand co-ed dorms!” shouted one young woman who raised her fist in the air. There was mild applause. I couldn’t applaud, I was too amazed at the growth of hair under her arms.
A man with shades and a camera was strolling around taking pictures.
“Are you with the newspaper?” I asked him.
“No, I’m with University Security.”
And with that he pointed his camera at me and said, “Smile.”
The following fall there were still no co-ed dorms. I heard that Linda, fed up with being at what she thought was an unprogressive university, transferred to some college in California.
I went back to classes and continued being a college student with lots of time on my hands.
And still no girlfriend.