A Scream from Berkeley’s People’s Park
by Steed Dropout
April, 21, 2014
CELEBRATE THIS!
With People’s Park’s 45th anniversary upcoming next week and a “symposium” exploring, “What is to be done [in the park] now?” scheduled for the eve of the anniversary, the news featured here represents life as it is lived in this Berkeley shrine to oppositionality–Editor’s Comment.
Just another mild-mannered citation in People’s Park, it seemed. A lone bicycle cop ticketed a lone guy at a People’s Park picnic table. Berkeley Reporter snapped a shot and went back to the Med.
Our operative, who was tuned to the police broadcast, said go back. BR went back. Cop backup showed up for a nasty scene–resisting arrest at least, major psycho-eruption, for sure.
According to the photographs BR took, this was an open container beef that got out of hand.
Another Berkeley Reporter operative filled-in the details of the incident. When the cop cited the suspect, this is what BR’s operative heard: “F your ticket and F you….” Suspect throws citation on the ground and steps on it.
Cop: “I need you to pick that [citation] up, sign it, and put it in your wallet.”
Suspect: “F you and your ticket, too,” as suspect grinds ticket into the dirt of People’s Park with his heel.
The cop calls for back up, a hulk, who wrestles the suspect into a squad car. Berkeley Reporter is there for the suspect’s big scene. And then he screams. According to the police scanner-broadcast, the screams were high pitched. “Sounded like a woman shrieking,” said our operative.
While the suspect was screaming in the back seat of the squad car, a park regular named Uncle Al was threatening to “kick your ass good, when you [the screamer] get out.”
“Why is that, Al?” we wanted to know.
“He called us all niggers,” Al said. The screamer was white.
With the screamer hand-cuffed in the back seat of the cop car, still shrieking, Al continued to make his kick-ass threat.
“If you do kick it when he gets out, you’ll be the number one suspect,” I pointed out.
As the bicycle cop, who had heard Al’s threats, pedaled away, he called to Al over his shoulder, “I don’t want to hear that, Al.”
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