And I’m Betting It’ll Matter a Lot This Saturday
I was walking downtown—just wandering, trying not to think too hard. Past the courthouse. Past empty sidewalks. Past the coffee shop that doesn’t know whether it’s dying or waiting for the apocalypse. That’s when I saw something I never expected.
A monument. Stone. Names etched solemnly. Quiet. Unassuming. Like a ghost that refused to stay dead.
At first, I thought: of course. They’d finally done it. Built an Antifa memorial in a Wyoming town so red it’s allergic to dissent. Behind the courthouse. Carved, permanent. Unapologetic.
I pictured social media meltdown: “Sundance is radical now!” “Who paid for this?” “This is un‑American!” I rehearsed my tweets.
I walked closer. Ran my finger over the letters. Silently whispered a name.
A header: WORLD WAR II HONOR ROLL
Another: CROOK COUNTY — SUPREME SACRIFICE
Suddenly, my comic disbelief turned sour. This wasn’t a new blip on the extremist radar. It’s been here for generations. The “Antifa” I thought I discovered was the real deal: the antifascists who stormed beaches, dodged bullets, pulled friends from burning trucks, and then came home to a quiet earth with carved names on stone.
We want to call protests “Antifa,” imagine clandestine hordes, marshals in black cloaks. But here behind this courthouse is a far older truth: everyday people who signed up to kill an ideology—and died for it.
⚔️ Saturday, Oct. 18: No Kings Protests, and the GOP’s Smear Machine
By Saturday, hundreds, maybe thousands of No Kings protests will erupt across the country. Axios+2TIME+2 The GOP has already begun calling them “unpatriotic,” “anti‑American,” and — yes — “Antifa‑born.” Politico+2Axios+2 They want to paint dissent as terrorism. They plant the seeds of fear, hoping you won’t show up.
They already labeled Saturday’s protests as “Hate America” rallies. Politico+1 They want to rewrite you — your motives, your faces, your flags — into something they can demonize. But here’s the thing: you don’t have to ask their permission to resist their narrative.
🪧 A Dare to the Road: Stand with Antifa This Saturday
Here’s my call (in voice you can’t comfortably ignore):
If you can’t make it to a big march—no problem. Stand on the side of the road.
Wear black, wear red, wear your grandpa’s dogtags. Hold a sign: “I Remember the Real Antifa.” “Fascism Isn’t an Opinion.” Or nothing at all—just presence. Be a sentinel. Be one body that says: I see you. I choose you. I refuse your labels.
Let your small-town highway corner be a stage. Let your local intersection hum with the same resistance your great-grandfather carved into stone.
When they scream “unpatriotic,” you answer by standing quieter, stronger, sharper. When they call protesters “Antifa born,” you point to the names behind that courthouse and whisper:
“Here is the original Antifa. Also, I’m one of them now.”
You can find your local protest here: https://www.nokings.org/#map
So go. Stand. Be quiet. Be loud. Be in the underside of their narratives. Be the kind of surprise they can’t cancel.
May your silence echo, your feet roots, your heartbeat a drum. May you live so that when someone points to you and says, “That one must be the enemy,” you stand unbowed, history in your back pocket, truth in your voice.
See you on the side of the road this Saturday.
