Chicago Mayor Brandon Johnson addressed the audience. Then local media maven Sylvia Ewing moderated a conversation among sociologist Ruha Benjamin, community activist Dorian Warren, and city policy chief Mayumi Grigsby.
I was disappointed by the National Night Out, which was promoted as a way of connecting police to communities.
I had walked along the sidewalk to Lake Street and then made my way down the middle of State Street to Randolph. A band played in the middle of the street. Several tents promoted services. Canine handlers had their dogs. Food lines were long.
Nothing was noteworthy, so I walked to the corner of Randolph toward home. I had the white walk light and stood in the crosswalk next to a police officer, who continued to wave through left-turning cars from the opposite direction.
The traffic light turned yellow and then read. The officer asked me to step back.
“I was trying to cross with the light,” I said, “but you wouldn’t stop waving traffic.”
She gave me a side-eye. “That’s why we’re here,” she said.
To prevent pedestrians from crossing the street? I wanted to say but didn’t want to press my luck.
Others approached. I hoped one or more would press ahead just to see what the officer would say. None did.
The walk light flipped white again. I shook my head and re-entered the crosswalk. So much for connecting with the community.
I almost left when the moderator told a newcomer who announced at the outset that she hadn’t actually read the book that doing so isn’t a participation prerequisite.
This group had been assigned Raw Dog: The Naked Truth About Hot Dogs, by Jamie Loftus (2023). Its publisher insists that it’s a travelogue-culinary history-capitalist critique combo.
The moderator admitted after I asked that he had chosen it, and had done so before reading it.