It just so happens that the winery owned by the Trump family is only a fifteen-minute drive from my house. I drove out there one weekend on a recognizance mission. At the main entrance, the Trump Winery sign sits on blocks of stone - not really conducive to a yarn bomb. It was nice to see a little knot of protesters gathered at the end of the drive. So the main entrance was a no-go, but the service entrance had real possibilities. It's located on a more heavily-traveled road than the main entrance. There's a driveway with a wide apron and plenty of room to safely park a car out of the way. There's a Trump Winery sign by the side of the road, affixed to wooden posts - ideal for attaching a knitted banner. The sign is close to the road, and further up the driveway is a heavy gate and security card reader. Therefore, the service entrance had all three required elements for this type of adventure: a place to park, a way to affix the banner without damaging the sign, no need to trespass.
It wasn't even my original intention to hang the yarn bomb on the actual Trump Winery sign. I would have been happy with a likely tree or fence or telephone pole in the general vicinity, but the sign, once I saw it, was irresistible and I hurried home and began work on a new yarn bomb, larger than the ones I'd done before.
|Almost finished knitting|
Other than Jon and Seamus, I didn't tell anyone about my plan. It would have been so humiliating if I chickened out. Hanging the sign in broad daylight was crucial, so that I could get a good picture since I anticipated it would be removed by winery staff almost immediately. I admit, I was really nervous. I thought getting arrested was unlikely since I was taking care not to commit an actual crime. More likely would be to get told off or possibly detained by an overzealous vigilante security guard. I couldn't come up with a good plan for such a situation and just had to trust my luck. (I also concentrated on the image of my mother - a true rebel in her own right, and who died twenty years ago - watching over me.)
With the finished banner, I drove to the winery late enough for good light, but early enough that I probably wouldn't meet anyone. I tied my banner to the sign post with long strings of yarn and took some pictures. As I was walking back to my car, I noticed a guy in a pickup truck watching me. He had come from the winery (that electric gate is completely silent, yikes). Instinct took over and I smiled and waved as if this were the most normal thing in the world. I got into my car and politely waited for him to pull out ahead of me. Then I drove home, feeling triumphant.
|I lightly felted the banner for a tighter look.|
Unfortunately, the felting process distorted the skinnier letters. That T is tragic.
I posted one of my pictures on Instagram and Facebook, with the caption, "NO ONE WANTS YOUR BAN, NO ONE WANTS YOUR WALL, NO ONE WANTS YOUR WINE." Most people liked it, and it got shared a lot, but some people were really angry. I couldn't possibly track down all the angry comments, even if I wanted to, but on my own facebook page, someone lectured me that "yarn bombs hurt innocent people." Someone else said my sign made her sick and accused me of being a "sneak thief." A friend told me she saw a comment that wondered what my parents thought of me. There was a kerfuffle about immigrants - Trump Winery hires foreign workers, therefore my sign was hurting them. Oh sure, Trumpers, support immigration when it's convenient, but look at your man's agenda. Most commonly, resisters hear, "Get over it; Trump won; Stop being a sore loser." No. This isn't about losing an election. This is about thousands of Americans, saying in every way they can, that bigotry, cruelty, religious intolerance, racism, and hate are un-American.
Of course I realized that Trump supporters wouldn't like the sign, but the intensity of the anger was surprising. I also realized that if a clumsy knitted sign upset people this much, then Trump supporters are feeling really insecure and that the resistance is working. Let's keep it up. Trump may be in the White House, but we will not let his agenda overrun our great country.