April 17, 2009

Give Me Liberty or Give Me... Cookies!

And so on Wednesday I attended a small local Tea Party.

This is pretty much how it started...

A couple friends of mine, octogenarians plus or minus five years, decided about four weeks ago to have a Tea Party at the local City Hall for a small township in the area. One girlfriend called me and asked if I'd like to attend and I said, "Sure! And I'll bring my boys!"

I figured this was a great way for my boys to see the First Amendment in action. Peacefully expressing ourselves without fear of government intrusion.

Well, a talkshow got hold of it, signs went up and the next thing I knew, I got a panicked email that they needed programs (the printing kind) and "could you help?"

These women are tremendous planners. They had a program completely planned out (just not on paper) and every time they ran into a roadblock, they found a way around.

The town wouldn't let them use their mic? They found a bullhorn. The town asked one of their speakers not to speak? They found a better one. They heard there could be nasty people coming to torment? They called the local police department to make sure there would be a presence to keep my children and other's children safe.

They were worried about the children.

And so it went.

I made the program hurriedly on Tuesday for them, something simple, but organized and in big enough font we could all see it without our glasses.

I showed up to find about 300 people had gathered.

I know... it's not big considering there were thousands of people in Atlanta, Orlando, the City of West Palm, but thinking that four weeks ago we thought it would be nice to have a Tea Party and maybe 20 people would show... and then to see 300?

Wow. (I counted... in groups and then estimated.)

And so I showed up with my boys, not knowing what to expect, and we saw people we knew, other families, all my friends who are my grandmother's age and who I absolutely adore, and we listened, and cheered, and cars honked their horns and some people flipped us birds, but we ignored them.

And about 20 minutes into my eldest son said to me, "Mom, I am hungry, can I go get something to eat?"

We were on a major highway that runs through this little town and there was no way in hell I was going to hand a five to my 14 year old so he could walk anywhere looking for something to eat.

"Are you nuts," I replied?

He slumped his shoulders and walked away, with my calling after him, "You JUST ate an hour ago! You are NOT going to starve!"

Ten minutes later he came back happy like a puppy, "Mom! Someone brought cookies! Can I have a cookie?"

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Sure."

I'm not sure what I was thinking... which means I probably was not... thinking.

Location of cookies?

I watched him as he snaked his way through people three deep next to the highway, to make his way to the main table that was acting as a podium, where people were gathered listening to the speaker, and where the cookies were evidently sitting.

He got himself small, sneaked in and quietly took a cookie, and then extricated himself from the masses, smiling largely at me, holding up his cookie in Victory.

I'm sorry, but it was just damn funny.

Want my son at your demonstration? Promise him food and he may just show.


Posted by Boudicca at April 17, 2009 08:53 PM
Comments

We had thousands of folks it was awesome.

Posted by: oddybobo at April 18, 2009 12:31 PM

Heck, for a cookie I'd hold a protest sign But it better be a good cause and a good cookie).

Posted by: Bob at April 18, 2009 10:37 PM

300 people is good for mid-day in mid-week.

Wait until the July 4th tea parties. That's a Saturday.

Posted by: Harvey at April 22, 2009 02:11 PM