I saw bystanders herded into portable orange fences, a lanky teenage boy unable to breathe from the pressure of an officer's knee on his neck and chemicals sprayed onto a group of young women, guilty of nothing but simply standing on the same end of the street together. Their legs fell from under them and a chorus of screams echoed from the sidewalk as they clawed at their eyes in pain.
You know, the police, they don't get paid all that much. And they may even lose their pensions because of the wallstreet exec's that they abused protestors to protect. If the police protected anyone, it wasn't the people of New York City.
