Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
There’s an army on the ground, dressed to kill. Corralling the locals, threatening the media.
Stirring up hate and fear.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson
They’re waiting for that sweet, sweet riot that they have always dreamed of. An excuse to use their new toys. An excuse to show the local population who’s boss.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
“Hands up, don’t shoot” should be a non violent command. Not a wish, not a prayer, not a plea.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
This is how revolutions start. Tear gas streets and broken glass.
Rubber bullets and riot shields.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
Holy shit, is that a tank?
There’s no such thing as innocent bystanders.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
Mothers cry. Fathers cry. Neighbours cry.
The dead don’t. But they would.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
“I can’t believe what they are doing. They are animals.” He says.
I agree, thinking he’s talking about the police. He’s being racist and we stop talking.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Baghdad? No. Ferguson.
But it’s hard to tell.
Monday night will go in History.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
It’s not vandals, it’s not looting or rioting. It’s revolution.
They will not be stopped by a cops dream of the new world order.
Something is happening in St. Louis.
Ferguson.
It can happen anywhere. Don’t let it.
There is a clear line between peace keeping and brutality.
That line has been crossed.
In Ferguson.
