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marching in

while the student protests have generally taken place downtown or in the lower part of the plateau, they are apparently branching out. around midnight monday a very peaceful group marched in front of our building, sandwiched between police escorts.

the calm was almost eerie, especially in light of the fact that the night before, a cop had threatened to arrest dom and i for looking at a group of his peers "attending" to a prone figure on the ground downtown. in this case, there seemed to be no aggression on either side, no provocation.

the only contact i saw between police and protestors was towards the end. several of those marching had made use of a hose attached to the side of the building next to ours to fill their water bottles. as the last few filled up and turned off the hose, an officer on a bicycle approached. the protestor gave him the hose without being coerced, more like he was just handing it to the next person in line. i didn't see if the cop filled up a water bottle of his own.

as far as damages, one of the marchers left a coke can on a parked car. another one crossed over to pick it up and carry it to the nearest garbage can.

thus progresses the student spring...








sadly, the d├ętente did not last. there was another near-riot last night downtown...

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