It has been so long since you were paired up with me and two guys i never knew (or know)
and paraded us around the oily shithole known as "
Guantanamo on the Hudson".
You were apologetic, understanding and kind. Your dismissive estimate of a 3-4 hour hold before we could resume our protests was totally incorrect.
I hope that when you are looking at a jury of
my peers you will remember you are one, too.
I hope you will remember who told you to pen us in on the sidewalk and why.
I hope you can draw the shortest, most legitimate line from yourself to Chief Timoney to G.H.W. Bush.
I hope that because of what you were paid to do to
me, you are not doing it today to
them.
I remember you as a proud Italian-American badass... I remember you liked us and felt bad.
When the N.Y.P.D. becomes as permissive of peaceful protest as they are of corporate power
success is possible.
I remember the Bush I savings and loan scandal, I remember moving hundreds of pounds of boxes of bullshit paperwork out of a bullshit abandoned office next to a great diner in the heart of Upper Darby.
I remember how proud we were of smart bombs and drones
and bull markets.
I remember being entrapped and falsely arrested and put in solitary confinement
I remember being maced two different times as i stood in my cell naked, defiantly screaming.
I remember being forced by police to enter a loony bin and then getting a $40,000 bill for it.
What do you remember?
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