Things are a wee bit tense in downtown Chicago today; I work 2 blocks from Federal Plaza, where most of the antiwar demonstrations have been taking place here. At lunch, I decided to walk over there, both to see what was going on and to duck into the Metcalfe Federal Building (not the one that is currently surrounded by six times as many cops as protesters; it’s the one across the street) to use the ATM, the only one within half a mile that is surcharge-free for my credit union.
The scene at Federal Plaza is a bit creepy; there are about half a dozen protesters just standing around holding signs and chatting with each other and with a couple of photographers. The main rally is planned for 5 pm, but the plaza is already ringed by numerous small bunches of police in riot gear (helmets, knee and shin pads, body armor, with bunches of plastic handcuffs hanging out of various pockets), police dogs (for which I don’t really see the point, unless they’re meant as an intimidation tactic; are they really afraid of drugs or bombs? If not, then why the dogs, unless to harass and intimidate protesters?), and marked and unmarked police cars and paddy wagons. It all feels rather ominous, as numerous protesters have been arrested last night and again this morning; the sirens around here have been pretty incessant. A friend who was there last night reports that those arrested were given no chance to disperse first, and there have been credible reports of protesters being hit on the head with clubs.
Anyway, I’ve satisfied my curiosity, so I walk across the street to use the ATM. For months they’ve had everyone go through X-ray machines to enter the building, which is a minor inconvenience, but no big deal. Today, however, they are checking ID’s. This strikes me as very silly, as they are not recording the information anywhere, and I mention this to the security guard as I hand her my driver’s license. (I made the same complaint when they started checking ID at Federal buildings after Oklahoma City. I’m a former Federal employee, and we’d been complaining about security for a long time – when I worked for DOJ, the Immigration Judges had to use the same restrooms as people they’d just ordered deported, and there were no X-ray machines whatsoever. I welcome useful security measures, but this seemed pointless. If anything happens, like, say, someone blows up the Federal Building, what use will it be that a dead security guard glanced at a piece of laminated plastic? Do they really think troublemakers can’t get their hands on a piece of photo I.D.?)
She gets snippy with me. “How do you know I’m not recording it?” Etc. etc., kvetch, moan, whine. Ummmm, well, unless you have magical cameras in your eyeballs, because I’ve had the damn thing in my hand the whole time, and you glanced at it for maybe 2 seconds? Geez, I’m not threatening anyone, I just want to use the ATM and maybe grab a burger at the food court! I understand if you’re a bit jumpier than usual, but why assume that I’m making trouble just because I’m questioning the usefulness of your half-assed security measure? I have no wish to die, either.
OK, back to the Huddled Masses…