I clarified to him that our blockade was not going to let anything in or out. "Well, I'm going to open the gates, then!" He declared in a tone that said, 'alright, you asked for it.' The negotiation phase was over; now, they were using intimidation. When he opened the gates, the driver climbed into his truck and lurched forward, blaring his horn.

...as the excitement from Flood Wall Street died down, I saw that day much differently. I now see how tightly the police controlled us, and, subsequently, how watered-down our first amendment right to peaceably assemble was.