we heard the cops were abandoning the
east precinct so i loaded up a song and pocket
speaker to send them off on a high note but it never
came to that. we toured the perimeter, pretty
quiet, but the cops and national guard were
waiting in the wings, half
a block behind the
barricades at 11th. all it took was one
young man on a bullhorn to urge the protest forward
until the line was toe to toe with instantly
mobilized troops in the middle of the block.
i was reluctant, but sarah exhibits more natural
courage and rushed to the front so what could i do
but follow? someone handed us umbrellas to deflect
mace and projectiles should it come to that—and it
looked like it was about to, cops and guardsmen
donning gas masks and shaking their oversized cans
threateningly. the commander assured us they would
be gone in 45 minutes, so we waited, relieved as
more and more of them peeled off, until finally
the last couple dozen mounted their bikes and
pedaled away in the wake of retreating vans and bearcats,
leaving not a single cop anywhere in sight. i
suppose they hoped this would trigger an all-out
assault on the abandoned, boarded-up police
station, but the
crowd just marched past it, chanting and elated.
it was never about the building, but the principle
of being denied access to the street. hours later,
the precinct was still unharmed. this doesn't
necessarily bode well because the last thing the
cops want is to be proven irrelevant, and this
tranquil denouement is almost certainly not the
fiery reichstag climax they were
hoping for to justify even greater repression.
steeped in violence, cops can't grasp peaceful
means and motives.
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