The Night of Milo and the Black Bloc
Jason Bircea

The difference between Civil Rights era protests that led to real changes, and the disjointed, immature, cowardly, often destructive and inchoate protests at so many events today is that there was a simple clarity of demands in that era — let us vote, protests done. Let us ride the same buses, eat at the same lunch counters, protests over. Stop hanging folks from trees, protests back off. The implacable, irrefutable, proud demeanor of marchers shamed the part of America that was in denial over who the ugly people really were. It is unmistakable, when enraged teenagers spit on black elementary school children. Not so much, when masked college-aged rioters, many of whom proudly disavow having voted at all, run amok in vague, unorganized fashion. This insults the lives lost for their very right to actually cast a vote; powers are shifting the barriers as we speak, looking two or four years out at making it harder for categories of folks who coincidentally look darker to vote at all, once again. Shame on you posers.

Milo is history; laVerne Cox won 2000/400 at CU in Boulder, and will soon have her own show, something he craves nearly as much as the Donald.