So I Went To A Lynching And Ended Up At A Party
July 25th, 2007
Nobody was surprised about the outcome, of course. This was, after all, a lynching, and in that sense it was successful. But it was remarkably unsuccessful, I think, in that it turned into exactly what the Regents didn’t want: a support rally. I didn’t count, but according to the Rocky Mountain News — hardly the folks to exaggerate the number of supporters — there were about 100, including students, American Indian Movement elders, a Lakota contingent down from South Dakota, and my personal favorite, a group of wandering Indian youths who just made it on the scene by chance, and ended up throwing Flagpole Dan Caplis nigh into a seizure. (More about them later.) There were plenty of folks there. And they were folks who knew this for the lynching for what it was, and had no qualms about letting that be known to both the media, as well as the chickenshit Regents.
Better, there was next to no anti-Churchill presence. Three bloggers and one elderly sign holder as I recall. And even better than that, the face of the anti-Churchill bloc quickly became our very own John Martin, doing his usual impersonation of an over-sexed, crack-smoking leprechaun on a pogo stick. Y’know, the bouts of shrill laughter, the manic leaping, the frantic shouting, and the, shall we say, over-attention to the young ladies in attendance . . . In fact, the way he was stalking one of them, we all began to wonder when he would drop his grubby trousers and start to rubbing his dick on her leg. That is, until her husband suggested warmly that Mr. Martin might want to quit fucking with his wife, which sent the poor dear into a flurry of spastic gesticulation and eye-rolling which one would usually associate with a snakebit horse. As the furor — meaning Mr. Martin — died down, one of the attendees turned to me and made the wonderful point that if he didn’t exist, we’d have to pay somebody to play his part. Too true. And allow me to thank you myself, Mr. Martin.
The press conference went wonderfully. The good news, and the news we were all celebrating afterwards, is that now we’re on offense. I’ll give Mr. Churchill all the credit in the world. He had to go through this pig court fiasco in order to maintain the real court case. I don’t how the hell he did it without spitting in the Regents’ faces one by one, but he did. And now, as Mr. Lane puts it, we move into real court. That’s where the action is. Also, as Mr. Lane has repeated several times, this will be fought out in Denver district court. For those of you who don’t pay attention to the local Columbus Day show, Mr. Lane and Mr. Churchill have a batting record of 1.000 here on their home turf. I don’t know anybody who ain’t excited about that.
Likewise, I dug Churchill’s framing of the pig court proceedings. I was there on Feb. 8th of 2005 right after the lynching began, and I remember the energy in the room. It was fucking electric. (You can listen to it, by the way, here, here, here and here.) Yesterday was the closest thing I’ve seen to that. And, of course, his calling out the cowardice of the shiteating CU faculty always makes my black, little heart go pitter-pat.
There were two highlights to the day, however. One had to do with a media surprise which I shan’t elaborate on at too great a length, but should set Mr. Crowell biting his knuckles off one by one at some time in the near future. The other had to do with those wandering Indian youths I referred to earlier. They were travelling across the country, doing a sort of independent media project, and just happened to hear of the lynching. Knowing of Churchill, they stopped by to join the support rally and do some interviews. They were looking in vain for a Churchill detractor to interview, when they were finally pointed to Flagpole Dan Caplis. Who went into something like a seizure, stripped his headphones off, and wagging his finger in their faces, shouting, spittle flying. Needless to say, the rest of the room cracked up, particularly as Flagpole Dan’s make-up starting flinging off his face and hands in greasy knots.
Leading a few of us to wonder, what the fuck’s the point of make-up for a radio jock?
I’ll leave you to ponder that on your own.
Media wrap coming.
Update: By the way, Mr. Martin. You might want to email Joe Sullivan. It looks like he and the Mad Knitter were having a heated exchange in the comments just about the time you were stalking Ms. White Bird. Funny, that. Fucking idiot.
July 25th, 2007 at 6:23 pm
Batting .1000 will not win many games!
July 25th, 2007 at 6:32 pm
Heh. Thanks. Fixed.
July 25th, 2007 at 7:59 pm
“In fact, the way he was stalking one of them, we all began to wonder when he would drop his grubby trousers and start to rubbing his dick on her leg. That is, until her husband suggested warmly that Mr. Martin might want to quit fucking with his wife…”
Seems the only thing you know less about than baseball is what was going on at the Firing Day gathering. I can see why you got it wrong though. Either you never see 8:00 AM or you were nursing one hell of a hangover. Seriously, Benjamin, you looked terrible for a guy who was supposed to be so happy!
The fact is that the only girl John was following around was Ward Churchill. It was Josh who followed John, trying to block him from taking pictures of Ward, not his wife. She had not been, at any time, anywhere near us. Sadly, no matter what he was saying, Josh made it clear he was more interested in Ward Churchill than his wife! Josh placed his entire body about 4 inches away from John and leaned in from his waist up while he held his hand in front of John’s camera. I mentioned my surprise at his attempts to interfere with John’s right to take pictures of Ward, as everyone else was doing at the time. Then the threats began. I witnessed him make death threats to John, repeatedly. Ken Bonetti turned around and saw what was going on and made a discouraging comment to Josh on the order of “none of that!”. Then I heard Josh say he had been in jail and wouldn’t mind going again. For a good 10 minutes he shadowed John and looked intimidating as his baby-face would allow. I spoke with security and they were watching. I was called away for a media interview. During the filming, someone walked by me and said “You’re dead!” I’m not sure who that was, but I know he will be visible on the tape.
Now I honestly believe that Josh was putting on an act and perhaps wishes to follow in Russell Mean’s footsteps. If not, he’s a guy who will always be caught and convicted because he’s not very clever. I’ve faced much scarier things in the last year or so and my feelings were only sadness that such a cute kid was being lead around by the nose and bound for trouble because of the likes of Ward Churchill. Likewise for his cherub faced wife. How sad they will be when they realize what Ward has done to them.
July 25th, 2007 at 8:00 pm
That was my post. Hot damn, I wish you’d fix that, Ben!
July 25th, 2007 at 8:16 pm
“… we all began to wonder…” Who was “we”? You were standing off by yourself most of the time. You don’t have a lot of friends, do you Benjamin.
July 25th, 2007 at 9:06 pm
Horseshit. Mr. Martin was all over Ms. White Bird from the get-go. You’ll recall, ma’am, that I had to warn him off of her in our first meeting before Ms. White Bird’s husband even arrived.
And, by the way, I do apologize if I seemed rude upon our meeting. I do try to be cordial.
July 25th, 2007 at 9:36 pm
Cordial? You were bare conscious.
July 25th, 2007 at 9:42 pm
Hallucinations again? You didn’t say anything until you could find the word “hullo” to mutter after I introduced myself to you. You simply stared vacantly. I think John got a picture of that, in fact.
July 25th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
Speaking of getting the picture, how does Josh blocking John’s picture of Ward equate to protecting his wife? He USED HER as an excuse for acting like a thug.
July 25th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
As you will, ma’am. We all can’t be the excitable creature Mr. Martin is. But you were there the first time he had to be backed off of Ms. White Bird. And you were there when he took it as a threat, and went into his first epileptic fit.
Again, I apologize if I didn’t acknowledge you with all the passion you so obviously deserve. Seems to be a problem with me, in that trolls from the Try-Works ain’t generally my first concern in these events.
July 25th, 2007 at 10:35 pm
Apology accepted and on second thought, you were probably overwhelmed with responsibilities. Easy enough to forget one’s manners, under the circumstances.
July 25th, 2007 at 10:49 pm
As you will, ma’am. I’ll offer you what I’ve been offering everyone. My CU schedule ain’t hard to suss. If you’d like to stop by after class, feel free. You know what I’ve offered them. But for you, I’ll buy a cup of coffee.