Rubber Bullets on the Streets of Madrid

A few weeks ago, I went to Madrid for the general strike, where I swigged whisky, watched teenage anarchists smash banks, and drew mass protests.  I wrote and sketched it for VICE.

 

Of course, protest doesn’t change the world. By itself, protest is carnival. Masquerade, song, fire- liaisons made and kings mocked. Daily gray briefly overturned.  Rebellious ecstasy that ultimately serves to keep the hierarchy in place. Those in power, if they’re a speck self aware, allow carnival as a safety valve. Carnival is not power itself.

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