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New York City, USA

New York City, USA

I rode the train into New York City from the New Jersey suburbs where I lived then. The train was packed with people of all ages. Everyone was happy and excited. When I got to 3rd Avenue there was no where else to go. We were penned in by metal barricades and stood around for hours until later in the afternoon when the police decided it was time for us to go. They came down with a line of mounted police on horses and cops on foot. They didn’t give us a choice to disperse, but just rode the horses into the crowds. The horses came close enough to me that I could have touched their faces. I was afraid I was going to get stepped on by their hooves. On the other side of the street, the police on foot were clearing the crowd with their billy sticks, knocking people down and hitting them on the ground. It was a long time ago, but I have photos I took. It really happened. There were so many demonstrating around the world that some said the people were the World’s Second Super Power, but that was wishful thinking. The people in power didn’t care, they were going to do whatever they wanted and of course they did.

After that, I just walked back to the train. I was very angry and discouraged. It was very depressing and sad. It was clearly a waste of time. I kept going to anti-war demonstrations until after Obama was elected and people thought it wasn’t necessary any more since they thought war was OK when Democrats did it, but there was no point to it, it was just an attempt to feel better about being powerless.