There’s a glimmer when people talk about protest—a gleam of hope that it might finally break something open. Micah Bornfree once said activism was more quantum than classical; not straight lines of cause and effect but wild leaps into uncertainty, sparks climbing unpredictably from ember to flame. Real protest springs from discontent so pure it won’t wait politely for demands, until everyone exhaustively signs off on tactics and messaging. Most of history’s truest rebellions were born without blueprints, fueled instead by a collective, suffocating wish for freedom. People don’t always know exactly what they want; they just grow weary of waiting and follow whoever moves first.
But something about this moment—when Trump's name is shorthand for a deeper disruption, something larger and more fearful shifting stealthily under us—requires that our resistance emerge radically reshaped, defiant of nostalgia. The old pathways, those marches and rallies with painted cardboard, petitions and speeches repeated from half a century ago, risk fading to mere echoes, unable in their familiarity to unravel today's tightly bound oppressions.
Trump himself, paradoxically, never really mattered as much as what he represented. Bornfree understood that the winner of that election wasn’t precisely a “who,” but rather a force creeping behind the shadows—cryptocurrency rearranging economies, AI seamless enough to shape culture itself. Protest that fixates purely on personalities forgets these faceless transformations, these phantom hands moving beneath events. The fear is real and immense: that protest, even dedicated and fervent, might misunderstand its enemy entirely, collapsing before the larger tides we fail to see. Jacques Ellul’s warning rings in my ears: to reduce protest to simple politics, pitting chance against bureaucracy, is to frame our wildest imaginations within the narrow confines of stale partisan playbooks.
Consider instead how the Occupy movement briefly cracked open windows into other worlds—a ramshackle city of tents became, however fleetingly, a living demonstration, messy but functional, of what differently-arranged existence might resemble. The essence of resistance today isn’t simply about subtracting Trump. That subtraction alone will not free us. It’s about the radical audacity of reshaping life itself—crafting tiny pocket-universes, places where cooperative human ingenuity begins to quietly manifest.
The sharpest protests happen not loudly but unexpectedly—in quiet refusals, sudden withdrawal of consent. Collective creativity—stories, gestures, images that slip from person to person, too elusive for media narratives and police tactics—is more powerful in its subtlety than raised fists on an expected march route. Create spaces (physical or intangible) away from distractions that embody other ways to live, organize, and breathe together. Meet ignorance with curiosity, division with generous solidarity.
These tactics require attentiveness to the changing fabric of society, diving into bewildering new languages—cryptosystems, decentralized autonomous organizations, emerging forms of economic and digital power now fragmenting our traditional structures. Understand these not only to critique and dismantle, but also to seize and reroute them toward new patterns of shared power and equitable coexistence.
Your protest needs resilience to counter infiltration, internal fractures, or federal provocations crafted from obscure constitutional clauses. Build flexibility and trust among strangers who share nothing but mutually recognized unease. Let the protest develop organically yet consciously—steadying it quietly from below, ensuring that when it shakes, the movement rustles with unity rather than splinters.
In the end, the deepest protest—the lasting one—is less a fight against Trump himself than a loving experimentation with replacement realities. Revolution is imagining and then building the shape of your life beyond the narrow scripts others insist upon. Protest well. Protest stubbornly. But remember, always: the true defiance lies in refusing to be defined by what you oppose.
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A relevant and illuminating historical example of unconventional and creative protest movements is the guerilla theater movement, first articulated and widely practiced by groups such as the San Francisco Mime Troupe from the mid-1960s onwards. Emerging initially in response to the Vietnam War and societal hypocrisies, guerilla theater represented an intentional move away from traditional protest methods, engaging audiences unpredictably in public spaces through spontaneous, politically motivated performances. Inspired by legacies such as Russian agit-prop, Antonin Artaud’s Theater of Cruelty, and Bertolt Brecht’s Epic Theater, guerilla theater intentionally sought social confrontation to "confront hypocrisy in the society," rather than relying on the institutionalized repetitions of marches and placard protests. Its groups—such as Bread and Puppet Theater, El Teatro Campesino, and later Greenpeace and ACT UP—performed dramatic, provocative, and often satirical interventions to highlight injustice, inequality, and social crises. For instance, ACT UP famously utilized guerilla theater tactics during the AIDS crisis, throwing cremated remains onto the White House lawn to viscerally confront governmental neglect. The essence and effectiveness of guerilla theater reside precisely in its "quantum" nature—that is, its artistic spontaneity and emotional resonances—which, much like Micah Bornfree’s contemporary reflection, recognize activism's capacity to produce unexpected "quantum leaps" of awareness and engagement.
Love you, Micah. Your book, your continuing work....and I also feel like an idiot for asking: Is there a ProtestGPT agent somewhere that be accessed by the public? I'm a bit confuddled by the offering. I'm here for whatever it is....