By Dave Lindorff
On the morning of the big march through midtown Manhattan on the opening day of the Republican National Convention in New York City in 2004, I and a few friends were having breakfast at a little coffee shop near 96th Street on the Upper West Side. We had a few homemade signs and were clearly headed for a political action. Across from us were three New York City cops, carrying riot helmets, having their breakfast. They were clearly headed to the same place we were.
After we had finished our breakfasts, we all headed for the subway -- the cops and us. We ended up seated across from each other on a downtown train.
Each of the cops had a bag. I asked one of them what he had in the bag. He reached in and pulled up a big fistful of white nylon handcuff straps of the kind favored by police for mass arrests -- the kind made of almost unbreakable plastic straps with slip-tight ridges on them so that the arresting officer can yank it tight so that the only way to remove it is to cut it off.
"I see you're prepared for a lot of arrests," I said.
"Yeah," he replied. "We're ready for you!"
"Well, don't arrest us when you see us!" I said.
The officer smiled.