Protest against the Republican National Convention
 
 


At the Green Party political festival, the day before the big march, W's nose grows.




Signs of division within the Greens - whether to support Nader for president, or the actual Green candidate, David Cobb.




Amanda with her freshly drawn sign - quote from Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hahn.




The day of the march, a ukelele band gets warmed up.




Demonstrators, and a big globe, fill 7th avenue for countless blocks.




Code Pink (womens' anti-war group) banner drop:  "Bush Lied, Fire Him"




Security?  Secret service?  FBI?  CIA? 




A veteran protester gives his peace salute in front of Madison Square Garden (the convention site).




Signs carried to save the world, and above left, signs created to sell stuff.




The cops didn't want us marching to Central Park, where the city had banned large protests.




His kid:  brat sticking out tongue from limousine window.  Your kid:  flag-draped coffin.




We went to Central Park to protest the protest ban. 




Reverend Billy and company satirize the Republicans on Central Park's Great Lawn.




As you can see, a few other people wanted to assert their right to assemble in a public place as well.




I wore my "Free Speech Zone" shirt, Amanda borrowed my "De-evolution of the American President" shirt.




Dick Cheney showed up with his puppet (W the liar with pants on fire).




The baseball players pretended it was a regular day in Central Park.




And what's a protest without a marching band?