“Whose streets? Our streets!”
That must’ve been what someone was thinking yesterday when they engraved the word “RESIST!” in some wet cement in Williamsburg. When we passed by a patch of sidewalk near the corner of North 7th and Kent around 6:30pm yesterday, we noticed the following.
By the time we returned about 15 minutes later, the call for resistance had also been etched into the drying concrete, and a group of teenagers was beating a hasty retreat.
Today, the battle cry remained.
Sure, this presumed piece of Trump resistance is just one of many on the streets of New York right now. But something about this feels especially brazen. Or maybe we’re just jealous that we couldn’t get up the nerve to throw down a “B+B.” Next time, next time.