Dave Eggers, reporting for Medium from the streets of Phoenix during Trump’s “rally” last week:
That was a strange thing. There were a hundred or so protesters
standing on the high steps, and at any given time a few dozen
Trump attendees passing them on the sidewalk, but for much of the
time they were in close proximity, and no one said anything.
Something was happening there, in that close confrontation between
the two groups. There was recognition. There was the uncomfortable
knowledge that they were in many ways very similar people. The
rally attendees were not frothing at the mouth and were not
spouting racial epithets. They were moms, dads, teenagers, and
families who for whatever reason have an exceedingly high
tolerance for wretched behavior and the absence of moral
leadership from their chief executive.
Thus the protesters were flummoxed. It seemed cruel and strange to
yell “Nazi” to a pair of grandparents in yellow polo shirts, or at
a trio of Eagle Scouts, and so given the chance to say something
directly to Trump supporters passing by them, mere inches away,
much of the time they said nothing.