We were a few hundred strong, and even a marching band made noise.
Little kids with slingshots, bigger kids with rocks. We cheered when they set the helicopter out. We booed when the riot shields came out. They did a fine job at dispersing us, trying to quiet any form of opposition. My friend turned worried eyes towards me, and I told her all would be fine because we had to bail someone out of jail, so we would not be starting any trouble. We were there to gather (some passivly, some not) against police brutality, and the new rules prohibiting people from sleeping in the public parks, among thousands of other reason. (Up to a $400 fine, for being homeless and sleeping on PUBLIC property). We found ourselves between two football lineups of militarized crazed cops. They started marching towards each other, and we backed up, backing up until they charged. AHHH!!! I let out an excited nervous yell, but didnt see the other 3 who materialized seemingly out of nowhere. One smashed my friend in the shoulder, who fell to the ground. I ran towards her to pull her away, and found myself in the same position. Batons hit my back over and over and over again, breaking my tailbone faster than falling on it. I looked over to my friends head on the curb, being stomped on. I tried to crawl over to her, trying to ignore all the pain, to at least cover her, feeling sorry that I had said nothing would happen and not to worry. DONT FUCKNG MOVE! They yelled beating us both, two girls who were peacefully protesting on the sidewalk even. GET UP! They yelled at us, while kicking our ribs in and breaking her glasses. My friend cried that her shoulder was broken, to please stop, please please please stop. GET UP! They yelled again while kicking us down. I did a few funny sumersaults with the force of being shoved. Two comrades pick us up and THEY come again, to kick us down. They would pick us up, throw us on the ground, and start the kicking and batons all over again.
The media chose their images and coverage very carefully. The three interviews I did for the local news, where were they? The videos of us getting beaten violently, were where they? The countless photographers who were in attendance, what happend to them, and why has nothing been released in our favour, to show exactly what we were shouting against, exactly what happend to us?

I got rejected.
Help a girl get paid.
APATHY - GRUNGE