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|A few weeks ago I was with a few companions from Occupy Wall Street in Union Square when an old friend -- I'll call her Eileen -- passed through, her hand in a cast.'What happened to you?' I asked. 'Oh, this?' she held it up. 'I was in Liberty Park on the 17th [the Six Month Anniversary of the Occupation]. When the cops were pushing us out the park, one of them yanked at my breast.'
'Again?' someone said.
We had all been hearing stories like this. In fact, there had been continual reports of police officers groping women during the nightly evictions from Union Square itself over the previous two weeks. 'Yeah so I screamed at the guy, I said, 'you grabbed my boob! what are you, some kind of f*cking pervert?' So they took me behind the lines and broke my wrists.' Actually, she quickly clarified, only one wrist was literally broken. She proceeded to launch into a careful, well-nigh...