The NLG were there and saw what occurred; the cop claimed Danny punched him in the chest, knocking him off his bike.
Everyone else saw a cop grab a man from behind, by the collar, and give him a felony assault charge. LIARS. How lovely that LYING is okay with you, not the LAW you are supposed to convey. How lovely that his complete innocence is of zero concern to you, or even appears in your conversation. If there is a problem here, it is YOU.
May 30, 2012
'Occupy' protester: Week in Chicago jail 'was awesome'
Charged with assaulting officer; case was dismissed by local judge
By Rummana Hussein
CHICAGO — A
Los Angeles man in town for anti-NATO demonstrations earlier this month
has been cleared of attacking a Chicago Police officer. And he spoke
highly Tuesday of his week in Cook County Jail.
"It was awesome," Danny Johnson, 31, said of his incarceration here. "I would not speak badly of my time in Cook County Jail."
Angeles resident Danny Johnson, 31, has been cleared of attacking a
Chicago police officer and spoke highly of his week in jail. (Booking
a member of Occupy Walk USA, said he cherished his time in jail because
it gave him a chance to educate inmates about the Occupy movement.
He spent seven days in jail before his friends were able to post 10
percent of his $10,000 bail. During his week, Johnson said he and
another Occupy member, who was arrested on a drug charge, had
"teach-ins" and sit-ins."
"It sucks because of what I had to go through, but it was also good
because it opened a lot of people's eyes about the Chicago Police
officers not having integrity," Johnson said.
Prosecutors charged Johnson with punching an officer in the chest
after he asked Johnson to move off the street while Johnson spoke out
during an anti-deportation protest in the Loop on May 15.
But Johnson, who wore a black shirt that read "unf--- the world"
inside out during his bond hearing, said he never touched the officer.
"An officer grabbed me as I was going through the crosswalk and told me I was under arrest," Johnson said.
Cook County Judge Marvin Luckman believed him.
The judge last week dismissed the aggravated battery and obstructing traffic charges, saying there was no "probable cause."
Johnson, who was in Arizona Tuesday, said Luckman "kind of belittled
me, and called me all types of names, but after his tirade, he said he
wasn't going to send me to jail."
Danny Johnson was cleared of attacking a Chicago Police officer during the anti-NATO protests.
Thank you; you are a little late to the party, and you are still
missing the mark a lot of the time, but in the past few days, you have
published some not entirely terrible articles and op-eds about what’s
happening in Quebec right now. Welcome to our movement.
Some of you have even started mentioning that when people are rounded
up and arrested each night, they aren’t all criminals or rioters. Some
of you have admitted that perhaps limiting our freedom of speech and
assembly is going a little bit too far. Some of you are no longer
publishing lies about the popular support that you seemed to think our
government had. Not all of you, mind you, but some of you are waking up.
That said, here is what I have not seen you publish yet: stories
about joy; about togetherness; about collaboration; about solidarity.
You write about our anger, and yes, we are angry. We are angry at our
government, at our police and at you. But none of you are succeeding in
conveying what it feels like when you walk down the streets of Montreal
right now, which is, for me at least, an overwhelming sense of joy and
News coverage of Quebec almost always focuses on division: English
vs. French; Quebec-born vs. immigrant; etc. This is the narrative that
has shaped how people see us as a province, whether or not it is fair.
But this is not what I feel right now when I walk down the street. At
8pm, I rush out of the house with a saucepan and a ladle, and as I walk
to meet my fellow protesters, I hear people emerge from their balconies
and the music starts. If you do not live here, I wish I could properly
convey to you what it feels like; the above video is a start. It is
magic. It starts quietly, a suggestion here and there, and it builds.
Everybody on the street begins to smile. I get there, and we all—young
and old, children and students and couples and retirees and workers and
weird misfits and dogs and, well, neighbours—we all grin the widest
grins you have ever seen while dancing around and making as much noise
as possible. We are almost ecstatic with the joy of letting loose like
this, of voicing our resistance to a government that seeks to silence
us, and of being together like this.
I have lived in my neighbourhood for five years now, and this is the
most I have ever felt a part of the community; the lasting impact that
these protests will have on how people relate to each other in the city
is deep and incredible. I was born and raised in Montreal, and I have
always loved this city, I have always told people that it is the best
city in the world, but I have truly never loved it as much as I do right
The first night that I went to a casseroles (pots and pans)
demonstration, at the centre of the action—little children ecstatically
blowing whistles, a young couple handing out extra pots and pans to
passers-by, a yoga teacher who paused his class to have everyone join—I
saw a bemused couple, banging away, but seemingly confused about
something. When we finished, they asked me, “how did you find us?” I
replied that I had checked the map that had been posted online of
rendez-vous spots, and theirs was the nearest to my house. “Last night
we were all alone,” they told me. They had no idea it had been
advertized online. This is what our revolution looks like: someone had
clearly ridden around our neighbourhood, figured out where people were
protesting, and marked them for the rest of us. This is a revolution of
collaboration. Of solidarity.
The next night the crowd had doubled. Tonight we will be even more.
I come home from these protests euphoric. The first night I returned,
I sat down on my couch and I burst into tears, as the act of resisting,
loudly, with my neighbours, so joyfully, had released so much tension
that I had been carrying around with me, fearing our government, fearing
arrest, fearing for the future. I felt lighter. Every night, I exchange
stories with friends online and find out what happened in their
neighbourhoods. These are the kinds of things we say to each other: “if I
loved my city any more right now, my heart would burst.” We use the
word “love” a whole lot. We feel empowered. We feel connected. We feel
like we are going to win.
Why don’t you write about this? This incredible feeling? Another
example I can give you is this very blog. Myself and a few friends began
it as a way of disseminating information in English about what was
happening here in Quebec, and within hours, literally hours, volunteers
were writing me offering to help. Every day, people submit translations
to me anonymously; I have no idea who they are, they just want to do
something. They come from everywhere. They translate what they think is
important to get out there into the world. People email me corrections,
too. They email me advice. They email me encouragement. This blog runs
on solidarity and utter human kindness.
This is what Quebec looks like right now. Every night is teargas and
riot cops, but it is also joy, laughter, kindness, togetherness, and
beautiful music. Our hearts are bursting. We are so proud of each other;
of the spirit of Quebec and its people; of our ability to resist, and
our ability to collaborate.
Why aren’t you writing about this? Does joy not sell as well as
violence? Does collaboration not sell as well as confrontation? You can
have your cynicism; our revolution is sincere.
I've never built one of these but I'm beginning to see them around and they're a perfect idea for Occupiers. I've seen solar cells on the outside of backpacks, for example. Charge as you march! You may wish to do more research to make certain that the 20 and 22V panels I've listed will actually work with the 5V regulator IC and your phone/USB device.