Police Evicted from Occupy UC Davis after Pepper Spraying Peaceful Protesters

Do you remember the violent altercations with police in the late 60s and early 70s in the US?  Do you remember Kent State?

This isn’t it.

(The video is over 8 minutes long, but it is worth paying attention from the very beginning to the very end, with speakers turned up.)

Police Evicted from Occupy UC Davis after Pepper Spraying Peaceful Protesters | Slog.

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. IsobelandCat
    Nov 21, 2011 @ 12:40:11

    That is quite amazing.

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  2. nadbugs
    Nov 23, 2011 @ 07:38:56

    Oh my Cod. First, I was there on the streets in the ’60’s, so please take this comment in that light. I.e., still-green trauma from then; the memory of so much rage on our side and so much violent, cold, hateful retaliation on the other, from the police and from the then-president and his gang of primate clowns and from the media and from the older generation — awful. I remember, like it was yesterday, what it was to be young and to feel so much fury and helplessness at the hands of our government. Second, I have been the beneficiary of extraordinary police help when I suffered from a theft not long ago — in fact, I’m typing this comment on the very notebook they helped me recover, and then that they believed me instead of the thief who tried to defend himself by claiming that I owed him for a drug deal — so gratitude for the police in that situation is influencing me. Third, my mother fled Hitler — so just the sight of the police like that, in their black, and witnessing the unbelievable state of mind in the human being that would permit the one to be spraying our young people like that, at point-blank range — and later brandishing automatic weapons, for Cod’s sake, students were SHOT at Kent State, they DIED, do the police not remember that?????? — yet one cop without the fancy millinery smiling at the protesters — but on the other other hand, I have so many hands I’m like an octopus, so so much fear invoked by large groups of people shouting — just freaks me totally. So I watched this whole thing in tears, torn up by so many conflicting emotions.

    In the end, I am profoundly grateful that there was not more violence. And profoundly shaken also. Breathing, breathing. Trusting that life will continue to flower, even in the face of such turmoil. We’ve made it this far. The forces of regression and devolution are always swirling around us — may we all find a way to keep our hand on the gentle green (purple, maybe, in your case dear lahgitana) stem of the flower of life.

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    • lahgitana
      Nov 23, 2011 @ 08:17:28

      Memory of crowd-rage does not go away. In the 60s we lived in New Jersey, near Newark, where fiery rioting happened again and again. In our little town of West Orange, my brother and I went to the Dairy Queen one summer’s day and were swept up in a race riot. Holy gawd. MUST have influenced my anxiety reactions to crowds or threats of crowds (such as a shopping experience).

      My brother later became a cop for a while, by all accounts a good one, but he was deeply scarred by the experience even though he got out of it alive.

      Your last paragraph is what I am aware of every day. I make ongoing efforts to be the peace in this crazy world…. We shall be the peace we want. …

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  3. nadbugs
    Nov 23, 2011 @ 09:38:25

    Oh. Jeez, gitana. I didn’t even mention surviving the ’68 riots in Detroit. Being stuck in a traffic jam on the freeway in a VW van (soaring over all the other low-slung follies-on-the-road that were the fashion of the day), sitting ducks for the snipers. Tanks on Grand Circus Park. National Guard, with fixed bayonets, circling my place of employment.

    Going to DQ — and ending up in a riot. Good lord.

    Cats off to your brother.

    Touching hands with you, on this. We are of a certain age to remember.

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  4. nadbugs
    Nov 23, 2011 @ 09:39:15

    No. Wait. I now recall Detroit was ’67. On the leading edge. ’68 was Chicago.

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  5. lahgitana
    Nov 23, 2011 @ 09:58:01

    Yikes! You were in Chicago in ’68?! Tanks, bayonets? SNIPERS?!

    “Everyone, say with me: PTSD!”

    (I was born in Royal Oak!)

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  6. nadbugs
    Nov 24, 2011 @ 17:20:43

    Royal Yolk!! Is this a small world or what. Quite amazing!

    I sure was in Detroit, with tanks bayonets & snipers. Quite horrible!

    Chicago I saw on TV. I was in NY by then. But I was in DC in ’70, after Kent State.

    PTSD indeed.

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    • lahgitana
      Nov 24, 2011 @ 18:30:10

      wow… you deserve every moment of post-experience trauma.

      you were part of the energy at the time, energy that the world, and our country especially, needed.

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      • nadbugs
        Nov 25, 2011 @ 10:50:45

        Oh — thank you — we did our bit back then — but have we evolved, did we really advance the pieces on the board? At all worth mentioning? The jury is still out on that one, don’t you feel? That would be me on my most optimistic day. When I haven’t heard the news. Instead, I prefer to contemplate how happy I am at finding | creating | joining our little circle.

        Pee Ess: Your comments on your blogroll are wonderful. THANK YOU!!

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