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From Fergie

This Friday, August 31, marks the three year anniversary of the day I along with over 1500 other people were arrested at the 2004 Republican National Convention. Here is an email from the RNC Defense site commerating the event.

Happy third anniversary everyone!
It has sure been a crazy three years since being arrested, and although it sure sucked bad, it taught me a lot, hardened my resolve, and introduced me to some great friends. I have continued to do the Manhattan CM every single month, as well as joining the Brooklyn CM’s. This has proven to be very surreal – one month the police are willing to chase you into oncoming traffic over a horn or light, the next month they are friendly helpful human beings.
I would like to thank all of the reporters, legal observers, lawyers, film people, bloggers, activists, organizers, and just kind folks who have kept this in the public eye, and made the experience as good as it could be. Thanks to the guy on the prison bus who gave me the chili patch. Months after the arrests, I remember standing in St. Marks church after a CM ride while Rev Billy “exorcised” the evil spirits from a group of arrestees. The place was packed, and everyone there cheered and showed us love. It was such a warm positive vibe, while outside the police sat huddled in their cold vans. I knew that we had already won, and that greater victories lay ahead.

In my case all charges were dropped the day after it made the paper that police had illegally edited video in a case almost identical to mine. I got my bike back, as well as my friends. Of the people I was arrested with, no one had worse then an ACD, and some were dismissed completely. I’ve gone through my 50-H, and look forward to finishing the next step in this process.

If anyone still reads these, please post something about the experience, what you’ve done since, where your case stands, whatever.

Thanks,
Fergie

PS I still remember the feeling of getting out of The Tombs, and finally out of those damn zip-cuffs, hand-cuffs and daisy chains. The feeling of freedom was something that I had never appreciated so much in all of my life. My next meal was the best I had ever eaten. When other aspects of my life get bad, I’m always concious of how good it feels to at least have the freedom to move and be free.

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