Tinyman 2004  

The shouting had become louder and the sky was filled with the flickering of police lights as their limousine passed slowly through. Tinyman looked out, cupping his hand against the window to see through the almost opaque glass.

"What's going on?" he asked quietly.

"Protesters" Andre said.

Their limo pulled out into an intersection and down the street Werd saw a row of giant policeman advancing and a wall of young people holding signs. Some of the young people were backing slowly away from the policemen, others, worried, held their ground.

SMASH THE CABAL read one sign.

INSTITUTE DEMOCRACY IN THE US read another.

This latter sign confused Tinyman. There was a blur of nightsticks and that sign fell as its holder doubled up on the sidewalk. The limo proceeded past a closed sporting goods store.

ABOLISH SWEATSHOPS, said the spraypaint.

POLICE said the car.

PEACE said the Tshirt.

"A handful of protesters, protesting who knows what, were jailed today. Their bails were set at $1,000,000" said Ted Koppel.

END SECRET GOVERNMENT said the big red felt tip.

"No!" screamed the college student.

"Fuck you!" screamed the policeman.

"Are they protesting us?" asked Tinyman.

Andre, wearing a perfectly blank expression, turned to stare at Tinyman, and did not answer.

"Water... please..?" gasped the prisoner.

"And I'm sick and tired of those screaming protesters trying to block my freedom of speech," said the commentator on national television, "and if it takes more policemen to lock them up and throw away the key then I'm all in favor of that!" to deafening applause from the studio audience, as the host, enjoying himself, tried to calm the crowd down.

"Conspiracy," said the judge.

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