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  • The Black Bloc anarchists built barricades at either end of 16th street, sealing off the block with the building they captured. They piled up shopping carts, wooden pallets, trash cans, garbage dumpsters, road signs, oil drums, rubber tires, and other bits of urban detritus. When the cops began to shout their tear gas ultimatum, the anarchists lit the pile on fire.

    “Fucking anarchists!” shouted a girl.

    “Put the fucking fire out!” shouted a guy.

    “Do it yourself, motherfucker!” shouted another girl. “Put the fucking fire out yourself!”

    “Will you help me?” said a guy to another guy.

    “I will,” said the other guy, and they ran to the flames to see what they could use to smother it. They ran past a pretty blonde girl with a short pony tail, who was facing down the street toward the cops. Her hands were out in front of her and she was making peace signs up in the air. “Do not gas me!” she yelled, emphasizing each syllable by pumping her peace signs. “I have no gas mask. Do not gas me.”

    It’s hard to say if the cops ever heard her, but if they did they chose not to listen.
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