#NHRebellion put together a “Superbowl Ad,” about our 185-mile journey to fight systemic corruption. Plz share. #NHR http://thndr.it/1e8TAGw
On the first day, a backpack with a GoPro, a projector, and a bunch of electronics (total about $1500) disappeared. Reminding us all: Don’t put all your electronics in a single backpack.
The #NHRebellion walk is over. Sadness follows. It was an incredible team that walked more than 6,400 miles in aggregate, and I miss them already. After I catch my breath, I’ll write about what I learned. For now: stuff you can’t see from in front of a computer screen.
As the week turned to events and presentations, this journal (and sleep) were pushed to the side.
Monday was a short and overflowing walk from Canterbury to Concord, ending up on the steps of the Capitol, singing the song Colin Mutchler wrote for us (and which I am still wishing someone would remix).
Tuesday, the anniversary of Citizens United, was a no walk, two presentation day — first at the Rotary Club of Concord, and then at an event at UNH marking four years since the Supreme Court’s best gift to this movement since Nixon. Cenk Uygur, moderating, John Sarbanes (D-Md.), with the best speech I’ve seen him give, Barbara Lawton, the new CEO of Americans for Campaign Reform, Jim Rubens, a Republican candidate for U.S. Senate who believes and defends public funding, and Diane Russell, cleanly-elected Maine state representative who stole the show from all of us.
Yesterday was a long 18 miles from Concord to Manchester. Cenk did the whole walk (insanely). Sarbanes did the morning. And last night Cenk, Buddy Roemer and I spoke at the Institution for Politics at St. Anselms. Donald Trump had spoken there the day before. More came to see us.
The last long day begins in less than an hour. And then tomorrow, the final day — a short 6 miles from Merrimack to Nashua for the Granny D birthday.
If you’re near, come walk the final day. The webpage will have the details of where and how.
So, it turns out my weather fear was premature. The day was filled with the most glorious snow, but not too cold, and given the route we took on mainly quiet backroads, it couldn’t have been a better day. We stopped at a Shaker village in Canterbury. That’s the photo below.
The police here have been great. The second day, I reported on the ranger who thought me nuts when I asked him whether he was among the 4% who didn’t believe it important to reduce the influence of money in politics. Saturday, in our treacherous final 4, a police car passed us, doubled back, passed us again, doubled back again, and then passed us with his horn honking, thumbs up. And then yesterday, as we passed through a tiny village, a car pulled along and, after reading our signs, stopped and directed traffic as we passed through the town. It may be because we’re carrying the flag. Or it may be because they’re officers in a state whose constitution expressly protects the right of rebellion (see Article 10). Whatever, it is fantastic to see.
The group keeps growing. We were joined by a couple whose politics are split: he’s from the right; she’s from the left. This was the only activism they could do together. We continue to be joined by people who had walked with Granny D.
Today, on MLK Day, we continue our walk to Concord. King, like Granny D, was a walker. A much more difficult revolution grew from his action. We take smaller steps, for an easier cause. Yet one which today is just as important to realizing the dream of equality that he so powerfully defended.