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So I went protesting today. With Johanna.
We got arrested.
The worst part was that I hadn't told my parents that I was going to the protest at all. So I had to call my dad at work as I was penned up and about to be arrested.
Back to what happened though. Jo and I went down to ground zero because that's where the 'death-in' march or whatever was starting from, and it was supposed to head up to Madison Square Garden. Right before we started going, a cop on a bullhorn told us that we had no permit, and that we just had to stay on the sidewalk and obey traffic laws. Okay, not so bad. Then we started going, and Jo and I were up kind of towards the front. We heard some stuff behind us and they were apparently arresting people back from where we'd started from, so she and I decided to get out, and we started moving away but then realized that the cops were blocking off the entire block with orange mesh-y stuff, which is the stuff they use to corral people for arrest. Jo and I in a panic asked one of the cops what was going on and if we could get out and his response was, 'You know exactly what's going on!' and that is all he would tell us, which threw us into even more of a panic. Nobody really knew what was going on. We weren't told. And no one even told us to disperse or anything. The just decided to arrest everyone. Johanna and I stuck with two women named Holly and Sherri. Sherry had been protesting since 1968, so it was nice having someone there who'd been through things like that before. We all went through and got cuffed. The were rather tight. Sat around for awhile. My phone kept buzzing though, because I'd called my dad before I was actually arrested and told him what was going on, so I told one of the cops that my parents were flipping out, and when I told them I was 15 they informed me that I was not supposed to be cuffed at all, or arrested or anything, so they cut the cuffs off, called my mother to verify my age, and then I sat around some more. I got lots of lectures from cops, and was questioned a lot about why I was there. The one who was in charge of me eventually took me to the 17th precinct and my dad came and picked me up. The worst part of that was that I was separated from Jo, who is still being held as far as I know.
I just remembered that the cop who was 'in charge' of me, Amantulle, asked me if I hated my parents. What?
Yeah, so it was kind of stressful, a lot. I am really happy I didn't have to go through all the other shit that everyone else has to though.
We got arrested.
The worst part was that I hadn't told my parents that I was going to the protest at all. So I had to call my dad at work as I was penned up and about to be arrested.
Back to what happened though. Jo and I went down to ground zero because that's where the 'death-in' march or whatever was starting from, and it was supposed to head up to Madison Square Garden. Right before we started going, a cop on a bullhorn told us that we had no permit, and that we just had to stay on the sidewalk and obey traffic laws. Okay, not so bad. Then we started going, and Jo and I were up kind of towards the front. We heard some stuff behind us and they were apparently arresting people back from where we'd started from, so she and I decided to get out, and we started moving away but then realized that the cops were blocking off the entire block with orange mesh-y stuff, which is the stuff they use to corral people for arrest. Jo and I in a panic asked one of the cops what was going on and if we could get out and his response was, 'You know exactly what's going on!' and that is all he would tell us, which threw us into even more of a panic. Nobody really knew what was going on. We weren't told. And no one even told us to disperse or anything. The just decided to arrest everyone. Johanna and I stuck with two women named Holly and Sherri. Sherry had been protesting since 1968, so it was nice having someone there who'd been through things like that before. We all went through and got cuffed. The were rather tight. Sat around for awhile. My phone kept buzzing though, because I'd called my dad before I was actually arrested and told him what was going on, so I told one of the cops that my parents were flipping out, and when I told them I was 15 they informed me that I was not supposed to be cuffed at all, or arrested or anything, so they cut the cuffs off, called my mother to verify my age, and then I sat around some more. I got lots of lectures from cops, and was questioned a lot about why I was there. The one who was in charge of me eventually took me to the 17th precinct and my dad came and picked me up. The worst part of that was that I was separated from Jo, who is still being held as far as I know.
I just remembered that the cop who was 'in charge' of me, Amantulle, asked me if I hated my parents. What?
Yeah, so it was kind of stressful, a lot. I am really happy I didn't have to go through all the other shit that everyone else has to though.