Back in the 70’s, during the Iran Hostage Crisis, about 100 Iranians marched down Market Street in San Francisco, protesting American attitudes towards Iran, and glorifying the Ayatollah Khomeini.
Two of my coworkers and I were taking lunch, and we couldn’t believe this was going on. The crowd had a microphone and two speakers, and were shouting out death to America slogans.
Well, fuck that!
So I took off my phone company coveralls, and began marching behind them, then got well into the crowd, until I got to one of the speakers. I picked up my snips, and cut the wire to one of their speakers. (this was a mistake, since I should have gone for the much-more-difficult-to-repair microphone wires)
I turned to run from the crowd, and was shocked to find that no one in the crowd noticed.
However, there was a large lineup of motorcycle policemen across the street, who had seen me, and were all laughing.
When we got into the yard that evening, I got quite a lecture from my boss, since I had been seen by company management “marching” with the Iranians.
He didn’t even want to hear my story.