We did it. We met at West Oakland Bart at 5pm, dozens at first, then hundreds. I left with the first wave of bicyclists, sandwiched in a series of buses carrying protesters to various berths in the port. At first it was unclear whether there’d be enough people to even hold our berth; but then the rest of the buses began to arrive, and we secured our berths with ease. My sleep-starved body longing for caffeine, I went out in search of coffee, but intersected instead with a human wave on seventh–all the marchers that had left after us. Hundreds perhaps thousands. Somehow I ended up in the berth with all the OO alumns, and it was reunion bash for a little while.
The rest of the protesters occupied three or four ports together, and held them for long enough for the local ILWU to call the day. To be honest, I didn’t even think a hundred people would come out at five in the morning to march a mile and stand around in the cold and rain for five hours. But thousands did. And that was just the first half of the day.
Now, collapse. Later, part two.