This was, as they say in the breathless movie trailer, inspired by true events two years ago.
The Old Radical
Mid May 2021
Once the somewhat ragged beau ideal
of the Red and Black menace,
leather lung soapboxer,
master of the streets,
marcher of marchers,
dodger of tear gas and billy clubs.
Now a wreck and relic
half hearing aid deaf,
spasming afib ticker,
bad back, tricky ankle,
and pre-replacement knee.
On a sunny, breezy day in a park
was asked just to lay down,
cover with shiny Mylar
to pretend to be a border babe detainee,
could not get back up,
struggled and pitched forward
on the good knee.
Comrades a third his age and less
rushed to steady him
as he reeled on his feet,
held him by both elbows
to a seat where he dropped
gasping and panting
they asking with grave concern
if the paramedics should be called,
waved off in shame and embarrassment.
And he realized that if called at last
to the barricades
he was now only good
as the barricade.
—Patrick Murfin
The Old Man at another demonstration a year after the collapse embarrassment. Note the folding chair--I had to spend most of my time sitting.
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