Last weekend I decided to travel down to Washington D.C. for a quick getaway.
Its cheap to get to the capital from New York, 20$ via the Chinatown bus, and Airbnb is popular in the city, so I booked a room on U-street and headed down with no expectations.
I did want to experience the nightlife, D.C. has a notorious reputation for being terrible for men, I also wanted to check out the cherry blossom festival going down that weekend, and see some of the monuments.
I had been in touch with Jack Murphy from jackmurphylive.com and we had plans to meet up and chat over drinks.
Things were going calm and smooth on the bus down, and then I saw a Tweet from Mike Cernovich that pinged me hard.
I don’t care much for the politics of extremists, but I sure as hell believe people have the right to say and think whatever they want, even if its complete nonsense.
The alt-right guys were assembling in front of the White House to announce their disapproval of the bombing in Syria that had happened the night before.
Its unclear what else they actually want: Total white supremacy? An ethno-state? Genocide? Attention from daddy?
If anyone can clarify, I’d appreciate it, because it is very confusing.
It says a lot about the climate of a culture when viewpoints swing so far to one side that people with such unreasonable voices rise up and gain a following.
So when the far left ‘Anitfa’ announced they were going to counter protest the alt-right group, I knew it was going to be a showdown that couldn’t be missed.
Jack’s history with the leader of the alt-right rally was that they had come close to exchanging blows in a bar a few months prior, but were broken up before violence erupted.
This was going to be fun.
I arrived, and after a few minutes of chatting with Jack, Richard Spencer arrived with his crew.
They were screaming about the bombing, yelling at an empty White House, blaming Jews, and had the proud look of children who get attention for being obnoxious.
The first person to oppose them was a fat black guy who kept sticking his camera in their faces while babbling on about Nazis.
Jack was capturing it all on Periscope and had over 20k live viewers–enough to fill up Madison Square Garden.
You can watch the full Periscope of the event on his article about it here.
The self-righteousness of the alt-right guys was palpable, they loved the fact that they were stunting in the name of opposing ‘war’.
It was tame for the first few minutes, Spencer actually came across as well-spoken, handsome, and charismatic.
Then, like a group of Wildlings, the Anitfa came storming from the trees to confront Spencer.
The emotional wreck with the red bandana covering his face immediately ran up to one of the alt-right guys, took his sign out of his hands, and started ripping it up into shreds while screaming.
After he littered the shreds all over the ground, a quick clash broke out and the two groups almost started throwing punches, but held back until the police arrived.
These guys really didn’t like one another, it was a bit confusing because they got their costumes mixed up, but the Oaf in red was with the antifa, and the masked one was alt-right.
I couldn’t believe how insignificant the police presence was.
Whenever a protest is planned in New York, they come out by the hundreds to keep the peace, and ride horses for crowd control.
**At the tame Roosh V protest last year, there were cops everywhere.**
Here, there was just a tiny handful of Park Police who looked like they were terrified.
From then on, it descended into a screaming match between the two groups.
When I was a kid, we formed factions at school and went to battle on another on the playground.
There was never a real reason for fighting, we just didn’t like one another.
We were 8 years old.
Then there was this asshole, who would play an important role throughout the evening.
He would blow that damn Vuvuzela every time the alt-right guys started talking.
It was the perfect representation of what the far left stands for.
They don’t want to hear an opinion that differs so much from their own.
So just try and drown out the opposition with White Noise.
Reinforcements finally arrived, they shut down Pennsylvania Avenue in front of the White House, and sniper made himself visible on the roof.
There he is crouching, looking through his scope.
Another clash bursted out, I got pushed around and got out of the mix before my camera got damaged, and the cops started to usher Spencer down the block.
Antifa followed them, the guy with the Vuzuvela led the way by bike, and they continued to harass Spencer.
Richard tried to get in a cab, but guys in masks invaded the car and forced him out.
He was escorted through traffic by one of his young followers.
When he reached the other side of the street, he started sprinting as fast as he could go through Ellipse Park that leads to the Washington Monument.
I followed the antifa who were following the sounds of the Vuvuzela while screaming “Come on Comrades! This way Comrades!!” and passing by tourists who were pushing strollers with small children in them.
Everyone got dispersed in the Park and the action stopped.
That was that.
We reconvened at a bar for drinks and to recap the situation.
Lucian Wintrich was there, I had interviewed him last at the Daddy Will Save Us art show, and we all shared our opinions on what the hell was going on in the world.
I went out with some other guys who were nice enough to give me a tour, got drunk, roamed around Trump Hotel and other places, had a great time getting rejected by girls, and it was hard for me to fully enjoy the rest of my trip because witnessing the Battle exposed the worst of Americans.
Keep your head on straight.