Dear American Police

As a citizen of this great experiment in democracy, I have a message for you:

When you see thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of people in the street - or even the determined few who so often bring real change - you see us armed with only our bodies and our voices. You the police - local, state, or federal - are the ones with the tear gas, rubber bullets, and other "less lethal weapons."

We have the right to remain silent. We have recently chosen to waive that right.

You have the right to walk away.


Sincerely,

One member of the Gentle Angry Masses

Occupy Pittsburgh

Camping out tonight for the second weekend. Will start bringing my laptop down or borrowing so that I can post things on-site... soonish. Or I could probably hit up the social media tent at some point. We'll see.

It's a great big beautiful work in progress. Peaceful here so far. Way too much energy at the campsite - which is a good thing, but some of it's nervous tension because no one knows what's going to happen next. Pray for peace both internal and external. Or if you don't pray, watch some of our beautiful YouTube videos.

Okay. I need to sort out my Halloween costumes and get my cute butt back down there. Oh, and since I haven't mentioned it before, find me on Twitter. My handle there is not too difficult to figure out. Which reminds me, as a camp librarian, I need to get us a copy of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

Peace, love, and the camping revolution.