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Pigs,Prague, Chicago... (con't) |
by John Schultz |
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Pigs,Prague, Chicago... (con't) |
by John Schultz |
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around a Chicago actor who was dancing, high as the clear night sky above him. Tall and thin, with a bizarre innuendo that will shake up anybody who does not know him, he had been taunting the Yippies for cowardice all afternoon. He lost his balance, dancing to the drums, and fell into the lagoon, and then swam out to the island, where he taunted the Yippies about starting the revolution on the island and staying in the park by holding the island against the cops. The caucusing group was on the eastern slope of the park under trees with the portable speaker. They discussed different alternatives all night long, and could agree on nothing except doing your own thing. There were those who advocated simple avoidance of conflict, those who advocated dispersal in small groups, those who advocated resistance and staying in the park, and those who advocated hitting the streets in demonstrations. None of these and all of them, in a fresh and spontaneous combination, happened. There was one boy in the middle of the caucusing group who was yelling, "Fuck the marshals! Down with the leaders!" There were a few people who agreed with him. Soon he and the Chicago actor were going to meet. No decision was made, and at a quarter to eleven the caucusing group and everyone else began drifting out of the park. |
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