AlphaBeta on Nostr: A friend today unintentionally reminded me of the last five words I ever said to Rani ...
A friend today unintentionally reminded me of the last five words I ever said to Rani Baker in person on August 17th, 2019, before my arrest.
We didn't know one another and she had seen me . . . Doing stuff . . . In the street earlier that day, but we became acquainted nonetheless as activists and allies.
In fact, it was Rani who tapped my shoulder not long after we ran John Turano out of our streets.
"Hey, that bus is back," she said to my gas mask.
"That black short bus?" I asked. "Where?"
"They're stuck up on the bridge," she said, pointing up above the waterfront.
After turning to look and —unbelievably— seeing that the "American Guard" had brought their dorky, poorly-reinforced, fascist apocalypse bus BACK through downtown after we'd already run them off once, I said "well. . . Let's go get 'em."
Rani isn't with us any longer, but she was a badass and a talented coder, musician, and artist, and even though we weren't much more than war buddies, this really took me back to the totality of that moment and the fact that she and I can never talk about it, or anything else, ever again.
Rest peacefully, Rani.
For those of us still here: let's go get 'em.
We didn't know one another and she had seen me . . . Doing stuff . . . In the street earlier that day, but we became acquainted nonetheless as activists and allies.
In fact, it was Rani who tapped my shoulder not long after we ran John Turano out of our streets.
"Hey, that bus is back," she said to my gas mask.
"That black short bus?" I asked. "Where?"
"They're stuck up on the bridge," she said, pointing up above the waterfront.
After turning to look and —unbelievably— seeing that the "American Guard" had brought their dorky, poorly-reinforced, fascist apocalypse bus BACK through downtown after we'd already run them off once, I said "well. . . Let's go get 'em."
Rani isn't with us any longer, but she was a badass and a talented coder, musician, and artist, and even though we weren't much more than war buddies, this really took me back to the totality of that moment and the fact that she and I can never talk about it, or anything else, ever again.
Rest peacefully, Rani.
For those of us still here: let's go get 'em.