|This is written in response to this article by SFWeekly, “Meet the Accused Black Bloc Protestors”, and some of the more disgusting comments below:
My first words are for Dante. Dante! I remember meeting you around a year ago, as we congregated and slept in the concrete prison known as the Civic Center. I admired you for your persistence in spite of all the personal strife you endured. Then you were off, to Oakland, and in my heart I knew it was the right place for you to be. It was five months before I saw you again, In Oscar Grant Plaza, and I smiled at what you had become. The last news I heard of you before this was far from favorable – the State had locked you away for 2 months, just for masking your face on a college campus. I was outraged, I was ready to set the world on fire! How could some fat pig of a judge send you, a splendid young man, away for 60 days, just for attempting to preserve your identity in a world hell-bent on destroying privacy? But all I could do was sigh, and make sure the money we raised for you found its way to the Bay….