The one problem I’ve encountered so far in setup for IndyPopCon, and it’s a minor one, is that the Special Vendor-Only Discount Rated Lot that I decided to put my car in (because cheap) is cheap because it’s literally two damn miles from the convention center, with an entire football stadium in between. Luckily, there is a free shuttle. Less luckily, the shuttle doesn’t appear to be super fast and has a driver who believes he can get anywhere in two minutes. It won’t be a problem until it’s time to break the booth down on Sunday, when it will ensure that lots and lots of people get into the loading dock before I do and slow me way the hell down.
But my booth is awesome, both in location and the amount of space allotted, so I’ve got precious little to complain about right now. We’ll see how the next few days go.
One thing, though, is worth passing on: as I was waiting for the shuttle, I was sitting with the lot attendant, an off-duty Chicago (!!!) police officer who was chatty enough to fill fifteen minutes of conversation mostly by himself. He terrified me at one point by, out of nowhere, bringing up the Orlando massacre. Despite my demeanor online, I very much dislike talking about politics in person, even with people I agree with, and when a cop starts a conversation about guns I am hardwired to begin immediately trying to find some way to flee as fast and as far as I can to avoid having the conversation. I really don’t want to be confrontational with people, I promise, and I’m not always great at conversing with strangers anyway. A fraught issue like guns? Run.
BUT! Amazingly, the guy– having a conversation basically with himself, because my role was mostly to listen and grunt approvingly from time to time– managed to begin by presenting himself as a staunch “2nd Amendment guy” and then immediately walked himself down a rabbit hole where by the end of his spiel he was admitting that most gun owners in America didn’t have any business owning their guns (“or at least as many guns as they have”) and that after Orlando he was starting to seriously think that confiscation might be the right thing to do.
A cop said this. A white cop.
How it didn’t happen after Sandy Hook, I don’t know. A nation that changes nothing after children are gunned down in cold blood does not seem like a nation that suddenly sees the light after adults are killed, particularly adults in a gay bar. But I feel like something is different this time. Yes, anecdata, I know, but we may finally be getting closer to the beginning of a movement toward a sane gun policy in this country.
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” we may finally be getting closer to the beginning of a movement toward a sane gun policy in this country.”
I hope so 🙂
I think the mindset goes something like this – Yeah, some nut-job killed some kids, but we can’t give up all of our rights for the small handful of people who aren’t responsible. Oh yes, this other guy liked Hitler and killed a bunch of black people while they prayed, but he was a decent Christian deep down. Can’t let that step on our rights.
What!? They let Muslims buy guns!? Donald is right, they’re all terrorists! How did we let a wife-beating terrorist buy a machine gun?
I hope IndyPopCon goes well for you!
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