Bob Kafka is committed to activism, and he has learned where, when and how to channel his energy. Without street action, he says, legal victories are stale, and even good laws are toothless.
Atlanta, Nov. 5,1996
Like Vikings laying siege to a medieval castle, ADAPT activists plug every human-sized hole in the exterior of the Georgia Nursing Home Association building, even parking in front of windows. ADAPT’s top three chieftains–Bob Kafka, Stephanie Thomas and Mike Auberger–direct the action from a nearby sidewalk. It’s 2 p.m. Once the building is secure, the activists sing and chant, “Our homes, notnursing homes” for hours to ward off the damp, cold November air.
“This isn’t working. I don’t think this is working. We have to escalate,” says Kafka. It’s 5 p.m. Orders pass from unit to unit–blues first, then reds, followed by greens. “Fill the street. Take your ADAPT jewelry, don’t bother hiding it from the cops!” In minutes the four-lane highway is closed down, handcuffed activists spanning from the tree-line to the association’s lawn.