Southern Protest

As I’ve written many times, the line between the cop and the crook is really thin. Deprivation of rights under cover of law is where they merge. How very clever of the City of New York to herd citizens onto the Brooklyn Bridge and then arrest them! Human husbandry on parade.

From the Huffington Post, which I don’t usually consult:

(Photo by david_shankbone / Creative Commons)

Joshua Stephens, 33, had joined the protest march and had ended up on the Brooklyn Bridge. He managed to avoid being one of the 500 or so penned in by the NYPD and arrested. HuffPost reached him by phone, and he provided a first-hand narrative of just what happened on the bridge:

“The people who plotted the march did not give out the route in advance. There were people stationed throughout the march in the procession who were helping guide us when it was time to turn. They told people at the beginning ‘we have a route, we’re not announcing it’ … ”

On this march, from basically Wall Street to the Brooklyn Bridge, if you stepped off the sidewalk to go around the signpost you would either be told nicely or as if you were at bootcamp to get back on the sidewalk. There was zero tolerance. If they successfully policed everybody to stay out of the streets up to the bridge, what prevented them from keeping us on the pedestrian walkway? …

The interesting thing is the cops could have stopped people from getting on the motorway at any point. You had thousands of people in that march–easily two or three thousand — and the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge is not wide. It’s narrow. It’s the width of a walkway. You can’t just rush it. The march slowed to almost a stop. The police would have had plenty of opportunity to prevent people [from going] down to the motorway …

As we started going up the pedestrian part of it, there were lots of middle-aged and retirement-aged people who ended up down at the motorway–and when the cops began to mobilize, they literally started climbing the fence. Six people at a time, hoisting up over these cast iron posts. People were risking being impaled on this fence to get off this motorway. As you get further on to the bridge, the motorway gets further below.

We didn’t get far on the bridge before I saw cops mobilize behind us. There was a formation. I could see maybe 15 to 20 cops all with like reams of flex ties–a square formation standing and then marching towards Brooklyn. And they had paddy wagons going onto the bridge in reverse. They were backing up onto the bridge so they could go forward toward Manhattan. That started happening–I think that happened as soon as the last person got on the bridge …

I saw people come up over the, like climbing up, the side of the bridge, climbing up over the railing. I went over to help them. I looked down and there were just giant bridge-sized diagonal. beams crossing at an X. Not much for someone to climb on, There wasn’t a shit ton to grab on to. They were putting themselves at considerable risk. There were people who looked college-aged and people who looked like somebody’s parent climbing the Brooklyn Bridge …

People were even advising them to stop. They were climbing 30, 40, 50 feet up to get over this railing. It was pandemonium.

I didn’t see any scuffles, antagonizing, resisting arrest. The only thing dramatic I saw were people climbing the bridge like Turk 182-style. That was the only drama I saw …”

Yes, well, when government by the people comes over the hill, the people are enemy number one. Our petty potentates are in a tizzy. LOL

It might also be worth noting that during the last fiscal year New York City paid out $561 million tax dollars in legal judgments for torts. That is, somebody working for the city done somebody wrong. So, what does the city’s Corporate Counsel Cardozo suggest? Change the law. Make wrong legal.

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Monica Smith

Monica Smith writes Hannah's Blog. Born in Germany, she came to the United States as a child, living first in California, then after an interval in Chile, in New York. Married to a retired professor at the University of Florida, where she lived for 17 years, she moved to St. Simons Island, Georgia, in 1993 and now divides her time between Georgia and New Hampshire. (New Hampshire, she says, is always interesting during a presidential election.) She and her husband have three children and five grandchildren. Ms. Smith says she "learned long ago that I am not a good team player when I got hired at the Library of Congress, fresh out of college with a degree in political science and proficiency in four foreign languages, to 'edit' library cards and informed my supervisor that if she was going to insist I punch the clock exactly on time, my productivity was going to fall from being the highest to being the same as everyone else's. The supervisor opted to assign me to another building where there was no time-clock. After I had the first of our three children, I decided a paycheck wasn't worth the hassle."