Pic of the day, part i: The Fates, by Francisco de Goya
Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of the government. The history of liberty is a history of resistance. The history of liberty is a history of the limitation of governmental power, not the increase of it.
Woodrow Wilson, 1912
Eddie never thought of himself as a really violent man.
Ed was a mover, had been one for several years and had gone down to the park where the protests were taking place to be a part of the movement, part of the voice of the people that said “Enough!” He had felt like all the wrong people were in charge of the world, and wanted to stand up and be counted. He had asked himself who should be in charge, and he wasn’t sure, but he knew the people who were in charge were the wrong people.
He was tall, 6’6′ and very strong, this blue eyed black haired protestor. He had just gotten off of work and had gotten his hands on a sign that was laying around. The sign read “Stop Defending the Criminals! Arrest AIG!” He didn’t know AIG from a hole in the wall but that didn’t matter over much. He began to move towards the loud girl who was yelling at someone or other louder than everyone else.
Ed had only been there a few minutes and was still getting his bearings and moving through the crowd soaking it all in. He, after a minute managed thanks to his size to get to that crazy screaming girl who was on the edge of the crowd of several hundred protestors relatively quickly.
As he got there he saw a cop take out his baton while a second officer behind him pulled out pepper spray in front of him on Ed’s left. He was taken aback by this. They attacked the small angry woman wearing the blue bandana and the green flannel shirt in front of him who was yelling at the police and gesticulating wildly at them.
This gesticulating was enough for Officer Pecana who was the part of the human wall of blue in front of her.
He had heard enough.
He didn’t offhand think the protestors were bad in the main.
They were loud. They dressed like dirt-bags. They were obnoxious and stupid. Meaning they were like everyone else as far as he was concerned.
“People suck” was his main viewpoint and his mantra about the human race. He’d dealt with them enough to know that.
But this girl had been barking in his face for the past few minutes. She was 5’5″, as tall as he was, meaning he was short in comparison to his fellow officers. Some of the guys gave him a lot of grief because of it, and a nickname “pequena rana” Little frog because of it. Some of the guys in line with him were going “Ribbit, Ribbit.” in his direction. Messing with him while all this was going on.
And officer Pecana was tired. All that made his fuse, which wasn’t particularly long to begin with, very short this day. Professionalism kept him in check for a few minutes. But that was all he had.
It took Pecana less than a second to swing his billy club at her face. It would have caught her flush on her left cheek had she not had the presence of mind to turn with the blow. Instead the billy club connected with her neck, while the officer behind her sprayed his pepper spray indiscriminately. It hit her, it hit Ed, it hit several other bystanders who were not part of the altercation.
The Cop shouted “Shut the Fuck Up, Bitch!” as he swung the cudgel and knocked her face first onto the concrete. The scream she released as she was hit was high pitched and loud enough to have most everyone covering their ears
Ed was lucky enough to get his clothes sprayed but not his eyes. There are bonuses to being a foot taller than everyone else. He heard the sound of the club strike the flesh of her neck, heard her bark in pain. He saw the girl hit the pavement.
He did what he had to do, he thought.
After officer Pecana hit her the first time, he continued to move forward and was swinging the baton to strike again when Ed stepped in. Ed strode quickly forward and grabbed the club in mid swing with his left hand and stopped it cold.
He felt strange, like he wasn’t in control of his actions, like he was in a POV movie. He had tunnel vision. He drove his right fist right at the officers face and connected. Officer Pecana’s nose immediately broke and exploded on contact. He fell backwards, his hat fell off as he fell, and his head hit the pavement with an audible “thunk.” Pecana was a bloody mess, dazed and out of commission.
With officer Pecana’s baton still in his hand he rounded on the officer who had sprayed the crowd. As he did this four other police officers began to round on Ed as he began to move forward to defend the girl who had been walloped. She lay face down, yelling on the ground, holding her neck, bleeding from her ear. With one step he moved four feet and swung the baton and connected with the second officer, knocking him back and to the right, onto two officers who were moving forward to assist officer Pecana.
To be continued…
Pic of the day, part ii: The Bullfight, by Francisco de Goya
A little group of willful men, representing no opinion but their own, have rendered the great Government of the United States helpless and contemptible.
Woodrow Wilson, 1917
That’s it from here, America. G’night.