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The Day one Musician Untied us all
On picnic blankets, we had been sitting on the sidewalk in the Fitzroy Street Mall, sharing food, drinks, laughter, and concern, for on all sides, we were surrounded by masked police. The same police who had shot at us at the shrine, and, under the excuse of doing their jobs, had brutalized the public to such a degree that when they now drive around with the windows of their patrol cars covered in messages of help, better pay, and better conditions, most of the public don’t care.
We still remember how, during an afternoon shift, they switched from being our protectors to our oppressors. A…
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