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Make Love Not War


Occupy Boston dur­ing arrests, freeze frame taken from my video.

After 45 years and hun­dreds of police con­fronta­tions I saw the slo­gan born in the 60s when the anti Viet­nam War protests came to life, only reversed. It was Sat­ur­day morn­ing at 5am when Boston Police moved in on the Occupy Boston pro­tes­tors and the city took back the Dewey Square encampment.

I had got­ten cred­i­ble infor­ma­tion Fri­day, that the police would be mov­ing in and, along with the infor­ma­tion the office received, the sta­tion cov­ered what we thought was going to hap­pen all night, Fri­day into Sat­ur­day morning.

Thurs­day the Judge’s order came down telling Mayor Menino and the City of Boston they could do what they wanted as far as remov­ing the pro­tes­tors from their camp. I stayed at the site till 2am Fri­day but noth­ing hap­pened that morning.

I left my house at 2am Sat­ur­day morn­ing to posi­tion myself at what was to be and spent the next cou­ple of hours try­ing to stay awake. Some­times I did but there were those five-minute dozes so I kept set­ting my alarm for 10 min­utes away so I would not sleep through the action.

There was radio silence on the scan­ners except for two unusual calls around 4:30am. I had an addi­tional advan­tage when a friend of mine chirped me around the same time to say he saw a group of cops form­ing at one of their loca­tions. I was stand­ing on the cor­ner of Sum­mer Street and Atlantic Avenue look­ing up Sum­mer Street towards South Boston, I saw a Boston Cop down the next block appear­ing to be ready to direct traffic.

Then the lights started to come over the hori­zon, hun­dreds of lights and I did see one blue light, which was prob­a­bly the error of who­ever turned it on. There were more head­lights and even more as the parade of vehi­cles just kept extend­ing. I got on the phone with the office and spoke to Lawrence Crook on the assign­ment desk to tell him the police were com­ing. I heard Gerry Ward­well in the back­ground telling whomever to launch the heli­copter. It was excit­ing and of course, nerve wrack­ing since the group was still a block or so away. I hoped I was correct.

When they arrived they were mostly in econo van type vehi­cles, scores of them. Noth­ing like I was used to from the 60s and 70s when the TPF (Tac­ti­cal Police Force) would roll in with their blue lights blaz­ing, sirens scream­ing, horses clip­perty clop­ping and motor­cy­cles roar­ing, plus they had a con­verted school bus painted BPD col­ors with a small sign in the win­dow call­ing it the “War Wagon”.

This was well orga­nized, cops get­ting out of their vehi­cles encir­cling the camp and the Spe­cial Oper­a­tions team wear­ing their black fatigues. The only armor they had on them was mul­ti­ple plas­tic ties, which would be used as handcuffs.

The Occupy pro­tes­tors who were awake sounded the alarm, run­ning through the encamp­ment scream­ing “Get up, get up, they are fuck­ing here, wake the fuck up!” It was the mod­ern day ver­sion of Paul Revere and William Dawes’ ride to warn the Patri­ots the British were com­ing. I recorded it all and got myself in a posi­tion where I could escape the cor­ralling of the media as most were kept in one place, which gave every­one some access and but also kept us out of the way of the operation.

The con­tain­ing of the media was not to hide any­thing. They needed to able to keep us from roam­ing freely or we could have com­pro­mised the oper­a­tion. I was able to escape the stock­yard cor­ral and wan­dered freely for the first few min­utes. I fol­lowed the Spe­cial Oper­a­tions group as they tipped over tents and sliced some of them up. Before each search and destroy mis­sion the offi­cers made sure there was no one in the tents, yelling and look­ing in to make sure they were empty before com­plet­ing their final mission.

At the begin­ning of the oper­a­tion I was inside the encamp­ment as Cap­tain Bernie O’Rourke, Super­in­ten­dent William Evans and Super­in­ten­dent Dan Linskey used bull­horns to tell all the pro­tes­tors what was going to hap­pen, giv­ing them all time to leave. The pro­tes­tors could pick up some of their belong­ings and not be arrested.  The police were almost beg­ging them to leave and being polite beyond belief. Dur­ing the 60s, if you were in the way it did not mat­ter if you were a pro­tes­tor or a cam­era car­ry­ing media per­son, if you were in the way you had to go. Many times back then you either left within the first few min­utes on your own or you left in the wagon, and the arrest process was any­thing but gentle.

When the police finally started mak­ing arrests we were all pushed back. The paddy wag­ons were used to trans­port the arrested and when they backed in we lost our view. I spoke to Jamie Keneally, one of the BPD spokes­men work­ing with us, and asked about a pool pho­tog­ra­pher for the arrests. He spoke to Super­in­ten­dent Linskey and the next thing I knew I was in amongst the cops and Occupy Peo­ple as they were hand­cuffed and placed in the wagon.

When a few of the pro­tes­tors locked arms the cops very gen­tly pulled them apart. I watched Lt. Bob Merner (a cop who loves what he does) sep­a­rate them and make sure no one was hurt. To the end they were giv­ing a chance to leave and not be arrested. I heard both Linskey and Evans try­ing to con­vince some of them they could just walk away and not get cuffed and arrested. For the police it was like “mak­ing love not war.”

Wow, this whole oper­a­tion was so excit­ing, I got to do three phone inter­views dur­ing our morn­ing show. Ed Hard­ing, the anchor, asked me a cou­ple of ques­tions and let me talk about what I had seen. I have decided if there is ever an open­ing for “Nurs­ing Home News” I will be a can­di­date. I’d be per­fect; an older, over­weight, prac­ti­cally bald, shrink­ing anchor. All they will have to do is find some clothes for me to wear besides the jeans and sweat­shirts I own now.


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