Every single protest I hand my expensive ass bullhorn off to complete strangers and it always comes back to me. Every protest I prepare for the fact my speaker or the PA system could get damaged or potentially stolen. It doesn't happen. Kids were spray painting right next to me yesterday and being careful not to get paint on my set-up. Ethical vandalism. Carry on bro. And—while I was standing in the middle of a ratchet intersection block party—a sweaty protester in a mask came up to me and handed me a car key he found in the chaos. Then he want back to dancing. Ten minutes later a distraught woman came up and asked if anyone had returned a car key. Her lucky day.
Anytime something of mine has been lost, broken, or stolen at a protest it's been by the police. And I've been at some WILD fucking protests.
- Roderick Douglass