I want to say how brave regular people are.
First they came out yesterday in the hot part of the day to make noise (the supremacists chose an August afternoon in Austin for their rally) to make it clear that intolerance, hate, and violence will not be tolerated here. (And by the way, it's totally cool to stand up against people who are intolerant. Being intolerant of intolerance makes you kind, good, open, and strong. Please consider it your duty as an American/human.) Moms and dads were there with their kids, and some kids (in the shade in covered strollers) were very young. Lots of old folks (like me) were there. One old couple without shirts, she with old boobs and he with his old manboobs, both had "No Trump" written on their chests.
Anyway these good people all stood against fully-armed men in camo gear and helmets with hate, hate, hate directed toward us. The haters were up on the Capitol steps behind some police. There were five hundred of us against fifty of them. And those fifty came from as far away as 3-1/2 hours, as reported in their own sad fb posts afterwards! Wonderful.
After a bit, the front doors of the Capitol opened, and out rushed two lines of fully-militarized riot police: helmets, batons, bullet-proof vests, shields. There were between fifty and a hundred pairs of these state soldiers, all with their plexiglass shields in front of them. They trotted/ran down the steps right through the middle of us, separating us into two groups. Then they stopped, spread out, turned to the sides, and began a maneuver which pushed us off the main entrance way onto the grass. While the pushing was going on, and while no orders were spoken (so we didn't know what we were supposed to be doing), these dear, good, regular people in flip flops and halter tops and tee-shirts just kept making noise. Pans were beaten with spatulas, whistles were blowing, sirens were screaming out of our cheap bullhorns, all right-up smack against these cops' shields. I was so proud. (Lots of folks shared new ear-plugs-- I came with my own.) A chopper was overhead the whole time, very close and noisy, making its shadow cut over us, which is sobering.
Whenever any of us could catch a piece of the hate coming from the microphones of the supremacists, we all felt a duty of yelling/singing/howling louder. And our side had the smiles. We had the love. When standing against hate, it is appropriate to love your neighbor. I made many new friends by sight.
As a tactic, the supremacists now say they rally against the violence of the left (since they no longer can successfully rally directly for supremacy), that they no longer feel safe expressing their views. This might work if you have never watched the news or studied history. The whole point of supremacy is violence and subjugation. To stand against violence may appear like violence when you were in the process of lynching someone and we stop you. But the general, regular people should know the difference. The love is on our side, and love wins eventually.