Once on the street the police were fairly quick about removing those of us who hadn't made it into the houses (or in our case, hadn't tried. Wish I had now, I really do). There were some surprises in store. Whilst most people who sat down were fairly easily moved, though one woman, an elderly local woman who had showed up to act as a first aid volunteer for the protesters was dragged away by two cops, weeping. Ugly shit, though at that time I'd already watched one of our brave boys in blue shove an elderly woman to the ground in the name of protecting democracy from those who wish to have a part of it. That shit stays with you.
We were pushed back slowly, there was no violent resistance, just the usual catcalls and jeers, and a few protesters who sat down or required being dragged away. A few surprised the police, who upon attempting to move protesters apparently lounging on mattresses turned out to be locked into pipes embedded in concrete. Specialist machinery would be required to shift them. Eventually the street was cleared, and the long process of clearing the houses could begin. This would take the best part of a week.
selected highlights from my archive of 90s activist ephemera and articles. probably due for a revamp.
Monday, October 01, 2007
...ors take to their bunkers
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