Poor little protesters. Here they are, boldly come into the very heart of Fascist Insect Amerika to be glamorous street-fighting revolutionaries like Fidel and Che and those guys, and they end up getting handled like everyday garden-variety offenders.
No hoods, no torture. And they're in and out of the court system in 23 hours, give or take, just like the standard prostitutes, petty pilferers and pill pushers who get processed through Manhattan Criminal Court. Darn hard to get treated like an important political prisoner in this town. This injustice needs to be protested.
Meanwhile, your conscience requires you to cry out against whatever oppressions you've got to work with. In this case, well, these abusive jailhouse conditions are just shocking. No vegan sandwiches, just baloney. Nothing but Dixie cups to drink from. Small wonder they're all calling the holding cell "Guantanamo-on-the-Hudson." Where are the international human-rights monitors, Amnesty International and the like, when you need them?
Boo hoo hoo.
This "Guantanamo" is a Transit Authority bus garage on Pier 57 where protesters are detained and their property collected before they head off to Central Booking. With an oil stain or two on the floor, it admittedly is not the tidiest place in the world. But the Black Hole of Calcutta it isn't. Still, this morning there was scheduled to be a seriously indignant demonstration outside the building to object to all that unendurable barbarism within.
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