Thursday night I was cogitating about what action I could do effectively without leaving my own town.
We've all read ad infinitum about Trump's efforts to destroy the USPS. He is dangerous, and deteriorating.
Clarksdale has a Post Office. A Federal Court is in the same building. We're only a 17,000-population County Seat, but we hit above our weight.
I figured the closest I could get, locally, to referring publicly and directly to Trump's naked wrong-doing was to bring attention to his actions against the P. O..
Clarksdale is slowed to a snail's pace by the coronavirus. I stood in front of the Post Office entrance with my sign between about 12:45 and 3 o'clock, and probably had conversations with 20 individuals, besides greeting people (masked of course, which all but two white men who entered were) with, "Good afternoon, sir/ma'am, support your postal service!"
After I had reported this afternoon interlude to my antiwar veteran comrades at Veterans for Peace, one of the brothers asked,
"Bill, what was the reaction from those you spoke to?"
This is the question. I was keeping track of responses. I wrote here about doing this same process at a busy intersection in Clarksdale on Inauguration Day in 2017. I made and displayed a sign that said, "Not My President!"
I figure over 200 cars passed through the 3-way intersection in an hour and 41 minutes, which is how long it took me to get 100 black responses of any kind. Clarksdale is a 55% black city, so the response tended to be overwhelmingly positive. There were 19 white responses during that time; I was cussed 3 or 4 times, including by one fellow who came around twice. There were no negative black responses, but, roughly, more whites responded positively than negatively.
Yesterday was much slower. I perceived that the conversations most often started because people hadn't heard or thought about the Trump assault on the USPS. Hard to believe, but individuals live in their own little sets and settings, and a lot of people still don't think much about the news.
Of the people I spoke to for more than 30 seconds, including the Postmistress, who came out to be sure I wasn't selling or soliciting anything on government property, the majority were either enlightened or were already strongly in favor of what I was displaying.
Being a local, I was a friend or acquaintance to several people who entered, as well as the postal clerks inside, and those were the best conversations. The best of all continued for 20 minutes, and the fellow, a bank employee I had never met though we turned out to have mutual friends, even went and got me a large glass of water. He says he will see me Monday afternoon if I show up, which I intend to do.
The conversation with the Postmistress bears repeating. After I had assured her that I wasn't selling anything, didn't even bring a link to be telling people, I made a comment about the Trump mega-crony Louis DeJoy, appointed Postmaster General with zero experience in postal-service work.
This woman said she agreed with his reorganizations and austerity program. She said it would "help the Post Office to survive."
I replied, "So you're a Trump supporter, then?" She said her political views were her own business.
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