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I admit it. This issue is near and dear to my heart because without illegal immigration I would have never met the love of my life. Don't worry Lou Dobbs, she's now a citizen. This was prior to our marriage, which would have only gotten her a green card anyway, and thus unable to vote for the next Democratic President of the United States. So she paid the money, took the test, and passed. I'd love to see if George Bush could pass.
Anyway, to those that yell in caps ILLEGAL is ILLEGAL and suggest we'd have been better off deporting her becuase she had the misfortune of being born in Brazil, a highly dangerous and corrupt country, I can only say puto tu madre'. I understand your highly nuanced argument requires you to yell the SAME THING repeatedly without ever saying ANYTHING, but doesn't mean I have to listen OVER and OVER.
This diary is not about the pros and cons of immigration, legal or illegal, so please don't make it such. It is about what it was like to be there.
In one word: Amazing!!!
It also marked the first time I rode our subway system and guess what? It was great! Much better than being stuck on the 101 trying to avoid the Barham onramp but having to stay close enough to the right lane to exit in time on Highland. My San Fernando Peeps know what I'm talking about. Anyway on to the action.
A plaque inside the subway station puts the day into perspective.
And now for our snazzy new subway, notice the white shirts.
Got off on 7th St. and started making my way north towards City Hall. This part of town is know as the Jewelry District and nothing was open. This is where we went for cheap gold chains that stained our necks in high school.
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Finally made it up to City Hall. That's Disney Music Hall in the background. Great building, horrible name.
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Hey, I'm not the only who thinks it.
At this point I left the City Hall March, hopped back on the subway, and went down to the Wilshire March. I got off at Wilshire and Western (I love the quickness of Subways. Please, Mayor V, wave your magic wand and make it happen)
A group of Korean drummers were getting their game face on.
Heading down Wilshire now towards LaBrea. This couple came a long way. Who wants to bet they're kossacks?
The dude looks buffer in person.
And finally this sums it all up for me.
It was just one of those things. You had to be there to understand how inspiring the march was. I've been to dozens of anti-war protests, candlelight vigils, I've walked out of Junior High protesting Gulf War 1, and I've walked in unity marches after the LA Riots but nothing was like this.
Si se puede!!! Yes we can!!! And the funny thing is when you hear it chanted it sounds so much like U.S.A, U.S.A, U.S.A
Oh yeah, I work in Hollywood, I can't forget my gratuitous and shameless plug.