A Day in the Life
31 Aug., 2004
By Todd J. Schneider
Todd J. Schneider is a political activist from the Akron, Ohio area.
Not only is he a heartful activist, T.J.S. is also a gifted writer.
Let him tell you about A Day in the Life of an Ohio Activist in NYC.
"It was another act of defiance with new friends and old. It was a chance for me to stand against the exploitation of my home of long ago. It was a family memory to last forever. It was the day in the life of a family, a city, and a country." --Todd J. SchneiderAnother chance to speak our minds
I had looked forward to this day for nearly a year. From the moment it was announced that the Bushite junta would exploit the good people of New York one more time in order to extract the last drop of political blood from their tragedy, I knew I would be on the streets there to stand against them.
You see, New York was once my home. It was long ago, and indeed a time of personal struggle and heartbreak for this author. But my love for this place was firmly and forever established. This is the capital of the world. It is a land of constant wonder. It is a place piled high with the things of the world, and as a natural-born internationalist, its ethnic diversity serves to enrich rather than frighten my Anglo-Saxon heritage. Though I lived there but a short while, and long ago, New York welcomes me any time I return. So, with this adoration for the Grand Dame of American cities, a loathing of fascism and an equal helping of fraternity with the disloyal opposition, the die was cast in a heartbeat. I would be going home again.
Looking back on the year. Looking forward to the next battle.
The last year has seemed a lifetime - with all the political battles to be fought, then the primaries and regrouping afterwards. There were protests to attend, media consolidation to be fought, picket lines to be manned. History seemed to be being made all around us here in Akron, Ohio, and we lost no time in marshaling forces to face all the upcoming battles. My wife and friend of 28 years picked up the banner like never before, and our 14 year old had come into his own as a real political force in his own right. We formed a terrific independent group of Democrats back in February to work for the legal removal of our despised leader, and hundreds of friendships were made and a like number of dollars exchanged toward that goal. But all the sudden, it was late July and time for planning what we hoped would be the bloodless battle of defiance over the exploitation of New York City by the Republican Party, and whatever it is they claim to stand for.
We have a wonderful chapter of the American Friends Service Committee here in Akron that serves the downtrodden of the world every day. With them, I became involved in the committee to plan our part in the defiance; my part being to make sure our posse got in and out of New York without a hitch - or as close to that as possible. Any reader of this humble script who has done the 'battle by bus' thing in the anti-war movement knows the story. A parking lot in the middle of the night; the signing of the passenger list and the taking of cell phone numbers. The 8 hour bus ride and the impossibility of sleep. The half hour stops at the truck stop for fuel, food, a smoke and some anti-fascist talk. On this count, nothing would be very different.
On the way
This time there were other elements that made this trip unique. First, the response was overwhelming. In the last 7 of these trips, I had never seen such an early and enthusiastic desire to be counted. We ended up taking 3 buses from Akron and Cleveland - split fifty-fifty from each town, and sadly had to turn people away. Another element was the gymnastics routine performed by the Bloomberg/Rove administration - a routine worthy of the olympics, and designed purely to brace up the charade that nobody opposes this administration.
We really had no idea what awaited us in New York, right up to the very last moment. But the most important element for me was personal. I would be taking my our 14 year-old son Eric (his second such trip), and our 22 year-old son Andy would be taking the Chinatown to Chinatown down from Boston to yell some shit at republicans with his little brother and his old man. Though there was to be some chance of danger, this was a moment in history that I didn't want my boys to miss.
A memory a family will forever share in praise of love for their country
No words can ever express the value of this half-day we spent together. We marched together, laughed, talked about the city's part in our family's history over two centuries, and stepped on soil where our ancestors trod.
When it came time to part, there was the hug from me to my son in the tunnel of the PATH station at 14th & 6th Ave. that said 'I love you, be careful, and I will miss you'. If you know love, you know this moment - the hope, the pain of parting. These are memories never forgotten, and are the stuff that makes the world right.
By the grace of God, and the good work of UFPJ, the protest was a total and peaceful success. We returned to Akron at 2:30 am Monday morning, having left only 2 people from our bus behind. One of the buses stayed in New Jersey to wait for them, and hopefully achieved that goal. For me, it was 'back to work' at 7 am for 9 hours in the machine shop; for others it was classes at Akron U and Kent State. But it was also more. It was another act of defiance with new friends and old. It was a chance for me to stand against the exploitation of my home of long ago. It was a family memory to last forever. It was the day in the life of a family, a city, and a country.
--Todd J. Schneider

