The Medea Benjamin Microphone
Played at the Progressive Organizing Center Grand Opening Office Warming Party in SF last night, and peace activist extrordinaire, Medea Benjamin, gave her speech into my microphone. It was actually the first microphone I ever purchased. Got it about 25 years ago. It's obviously pretty sturdy. It's an Audio Technica dynamic microphone, although I don't remember the model. It's still in my car or I'd have a look to see if the numbers are on it anywhere.
We were there to support Emily Drennen for the District 8 Bart Board. Anyway, fun show, but I was exhausted from an intense work schedule combined with the start of school for my kids, which means getting up 2 hrs earlier than I did last week. I was sitting "backstage" with Walter, the drummer for The Kat Downs Conspiracy. We were the only people there when a thin, serious woman with straight blonde hair and another woman with grey, crazy hair came up the stairs. They looked at Walter and me with a "what the hell is this" expression. I returned a "what the hell were you expecting" expression, and they continued walking, going upstairs for a short time and then returning to the party. Straight blonde, serious, thin turned out to be Medea Benjamin, co-founder of Code Pink, and peace activist who was dragged out of the Democratic Convention in handcuffs because she unfurled an anti-war banner.
She was quite a talker and gave a good speech to the crowd. She had just returned from the Middle East where she and her group had toured Lebanon. Apparently the Lebanese blame the United States for Isreal's latest invasion and bombing, and put signs on the bombing sites saying things like "american bombs killed 4 people here" and such. She was visiting a bombing site where 36 people had been killed in a residential area, and was asked where she was from. Against advice she told them she was from the United States, and the guy who asked went into his pocket. She was afraid he was going to pull out a gun and shoot her, but instead he pulled out a chocolate bar and gave it to her, saying "Americans want to kill us, but we want to be your friends and give you chocolate" or something like that. It was a very touching part of the speech, but I find it hard to believe that a guy in the desert is going to be walking around with a bar of chocolate in his pocket. Anyone who has put a bar of chocolate in their pocket will know that, even in the most temperate climes, it will melt and leak out of the wrapper in no time. Not to cast doubt on the story at all, but I don't get that part. Maybe it was a tootsie roll or something.
Politicians like to talk and don't like to stop. After the politicians came the wanna-be politicians. By the time we played our set, there was just the support act, Bright Brown, people who worked there, and a street person watching us. The street person really enjoyed the show though and said we would be a hit in Union Square!






