3/28 No Kings in Newburgh. A few hundred people. Very different vibe than last time: sleepy. Whenever I join a chant I can’t hear if I’m the only one joining, nobody around me does. The most spectacular part are the cars driving by and honking. Also the long freight train, the driver of which blows its whistle and gives everybody the finger. A heckler walks back and forth among the protestors, waving an American and an Israeli flag and calls everyone weak and a traitor and other insults; organizers walk with him all the time and tell everybody not to engage, don’t give him what he wants.