A. and I were assigned to Team Giraffe (cute, I know) with C. as our team leader. The three other members of the team were middle-aged (or elderly) and all pretty lawyerly. A. and I are relatively young and were much closer in age to C. than the others.
The rest of the team headed directly to Brooklyn. A. and I stopped at Duane Reade to buy granola bars and water (you can never be too prepared) and then at a cafe to get a lil' breakfast and some coffee.
And whaddaya know but about fifty cops walk in:
Many of them had bundles of very thick plastic cuffs dangling from their belts. Each also had an unfamiliar-looking squarish canvas bag attached to their belts; I assume that they contained gas masks.
[A. and I had the phone number to call if we got arrested scrawled on our calves in black magic marker; I think a cop spotted it and smirked.]
We arrived at the rally point in Brooklyn, and it seemed like a pretty big crowd.
You think these guys were actual protestors or plainclothes cops? [Love the jerseys...]
And here are some of the protestors:
More soon.
