The Boston Common Hatefest
By Tom Mountain | August 21, 2017, 20:51 EDT
The black hoods of Antifa on Boston Common on Saturday, August 19, 2017.Photo by Matt McDonald
Common went off near to what I had expected. I went as an observer, with
the intention to only watch and report on what happened, while not
identifying myself, debating anyone, or talking to the press.
Since my Republican job description includes the Massachusetts
Republican National Committee Delegation and Republican State Committee,
it was prudent to go incognito, sunglasses and all. Had the assembled
mob recognized this sometime Trump campaign spokesman from TV it could
have been — nay, would have been — exceedingly dangerous, to say the
least.
The Free Speech people were already at the Boston Common
bandstand, protected by a ring of Boston Police on foot, then a second
ring of police on bicycles, then a third ring of metal fencing about 200
feet from the bandstand. At that distance none of the protesters could
throw anything and hit the Free Speechers in the bandstand.
About half to two-thirds of the protesters were there by 11 a.m.,
organizing, milling about, shouting obscenities while touting their
equally obscene signs. They were a mob seething with anger, ready to
spring into action, while anxiously waiting for their leaders to come.
Then they came.
The cheers moved like a wave through the now enormous crowd to
welcome the black-shirted, black-masked throngs moving like a bulldozer
in rapid motion towards the center, looking like a cross between Ninja
warriors and SS storm troopers, sans the insignia.
Antifa had arrived.
The thousands on the Common, galvanized by their men (and women)
in black, pushed forward, louder and much more aggressive than before.
The anti-Trump rally had begun. The charade was lifted. They all
knew what they were there for — to violently protest Nazis, Klansmen,
Trump, Republicans … or Trump, Republicans, Nazis, Klansmen. In the
delusional mindset of the radical they’re all one and the same. The
leftist throngs see Trump as the Grand Wizard of the Klan and his
supporters as Klansmen, and they were there to shout it to the world.
The protest quickly descended into a vile, lewd hatefest, spewing
venom at anyone and everyone who even hinted that they were a Trump
supporter, a Republican, or anyone else not sharing their radical
ideology. The ranting grew to decibel-breaking levels.
Then
a big commotion started brewing near the center, swaying like wildfire
shifting with the wind, as more joined the fray, with cameramen hurrying
to keep up. It quickly got louder, more hysterical.
They were all converging on their human targets. Surely, such a frenzy could only mean one thing. Klansmen!
At last, they had finally caught up with those elusive white-robed fools that we only view on TV about once a decade.
Never having actually seen the Klu Klux Klan in person, I moved,
and scrambled, and pushed my way through the mob to get my first glimpse
of these unlucky David Duke clones.
But there were no white hoods, no white robes, no swastikas.
The Antifa black shirts had surrounded — and were tormenting —
two young men. Two seemingly brave but naive young men, one wearing a
Trump banner as a cape, the other donning an Israeli flag. They had
defiantly ventured together into the leftist enemy camp. So the
hysterical crowd set upon them like a pack of wolves. The two locked
arms and tried to get away but the swarm surrounded them, spewing every
slur imaginable while closing in, ready to pounce, as they tried
desperately to get away, until finally — finally — police officers broke
through and got them out.
And all because they broadcast that they were supporters of Trump … and Israel.
Think of that. Think real hard.
In writing this I’m still struck with guilt that I didn’t at
least attempt to break through the mob to try to rescue these boys. But
there were so many, so violent.
And they continued their rampage. There were thousands of these
hate-filled demonstrators, hundreds donning scarves to hide their
identities as they zeroed in on any lone conservative — or suspected
conservative — since the police had at least shielded the podium of the
Free Speech speakers and attendees. The only one I knew on that podium
was Shiva Ayyadurai, who is neither a white supremacist nor a white
nationalist. In fact, he’s not even white. (He happens to be from a low
caste in India.)
There were no Klansmen, Nazis, white supremacists, or neo-Confederates. None. They were never a part of this.
It was all a big lie.
And the press is still continuing that big lie. Boston Mayor Marty Walsh is still continuing that big lie.
The ruthless leftist hoodlums were out for blood and destruction,
and but for the police they would have succeeded in burning and looting
Boston’s Downtown Crossing. And it’s only by luck or some miracle that
none of the fearless stoic Trump supporters who stood up to them ended
up dead or in the hospital.
Tom Mountain is the Massachusetts Republican State Committeeman for Brookline, Newton, and Wellesley.
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