no more armchairs street party

NO MORE ARMCHAIRS DANCE PARTY ACTION

Upwards of 200 fabulous festive folk leapt from the sidewalks and their comfortable armchairs to take the streets on the night of Saturday, March 24^th to the beat of pompin' tunes poundin' out of a mobile sound system.

The group started at the top of Haight Street around 7 PM, with only 50 dancers. Police immediately made a move in their swiftly mobilized motorcars. One cop cut off the group and jumped over to the sound system, yanking cables out to shut off the music. The crowd did not
appreciate that kind of rudeness and violence. The officer was politely informed of his error and the damage was repaired within 15 seconds. (photos to follow soon we hope)

This victory translated into a deeper appreciation of the music and the message and dancing deepened as spirits soared.

Haight Street is a place where people like to dance, and many jumped to join from the sidelines. One random passerby took the opportunity to dump over newsracks and a trash can, but dancers asked him not to and righted the racks et. al.

Police presence increased but after the inittial attack police took on the role of facilitation.

One masked dancer moved construction barriers into the street to help better define the space between the dancers and the row of several police cars, which do not dance or even wiggle and why
don't they light us up with their disco blue balls?

Why they could take the center of an intersection and dance for us atop their flashing hoods doing a travolta-style striptease starting with their utility/gun belts and working down to their pink underwear. We would make them a banner that said "Save the dance scene, reclaim the streets!" and many amends would be made as they joined the dancin' revolution and abandoned the popo prison slavery klan.


The march proceeded to Valencia Street, then left on 16^th, and finally along Mission and through some residential areas to the 24^th Street BART Station where the group began to disperse.

This was a rowdy and fun, peaceful but hell of militant jammin' ruckus that livened up thousands of people's night and definitely reclaimed
the streets. An outrageous amount of upbeat folks were inspired to jump in and jiggle. Diversity mix was in effect, from an african american mom and her three kids running to join the parade to latino
dudes in the mission howling for more rain to yuppie whitey screamin' sorority gals all joining the hardcore anarchoboogie crew.

The reclaim the streets movement crosses all boundaries. Free your ass and your mind will follow.

Motorists in their molasses mobiles gave high fives, honked their horny impotence and shook their two-ton tankers as high-energy beatstreeters bumped bootie on side panels and invited all to
join the reclamation and abandon the militarization mode.

Many breasts were bared in the liberated zone.

Members of the Midnight Special Law Collective were present.

<font size=3 color=purple>This report compiled by <I>Velorutionary X</I><P></font>

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Note that this action was not formally endorsed by SF Bay Area
Reclaim the Streets.<P>

While SF Bay Area Reclaim the Streets had considered promoting and participating in this action, it was determined that the group
was split over the mixed message of armchairs versus asphalt. Many in the group love their laviscious couches and other plushy
assists and chose to stay home and read that night. Subcommondante Subcommittee said he was tired anyways. Therefore individuals were forced to take initiative.